Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Poem Noir

Your scent still on my fingertips
I dive into the stony sky like a bird

we must cherish each discarded word
in silence

the house sits
on its haunches like a cat

the dog's nose
must know what's up

and launders children
with his tongue

my wife will be home soon he says
driving through traffic in her comet

six miles wide
ready to destroy lust

do you hear the garage door

the icy tail of the comet
melting on the garage floor teeth


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