Chicano Poet

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Beartrap

With a beartrap around my ankle
I search the pathways
of your childhood soul
as sunlight sneaks above the barbershop

ripping a tree out of the ground
with my cheekbones
your breasts covered
in angel feathers
I rise with a whisper in my coat
and make love to you

my ankle burnt by the smallest coin
spins on the floor
and jimmies the awful sound


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