Chicano Poet

Monday, July 06, 2015

A Hot Wind Blows

A hot wind blows
across el ocho's forehead

as his baby doll departs
and the emptiness of dry leaves

fills his heart
a smoky train

rattles thru his brain
like sugar cane

dusty gravel roads
dare his soul to surface

he loves his baby doll
too much

and like a garden rake
he makes piles of her

and dives into her
old with desire


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