Chicano Poet

Friday, December 06, 2013

Poetry Tech Support

You have excited money in your purse
(trapped deer in a parallel universe)
and your kiss which crumbles like newspaper
when your mother
rolls over in bed
pretending to be an iceberg
to your daddy
the Titanic hurries
along its own ribs

and the wooden waves
crash into a forested shore
splintering against you

what stain
will not call a relative
to complain


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