Chicano Poet

Monday, February 07, 2005

Lascaux

"get back, get back,
you don’t know me like that!"

Ludacris

When the guests had left
Henry went into the bedroom,
closed the door

by putting a gigantic stone
in the cave entrance,
cave paintings on the walls greet us.

The antelope stand gracefully,
the horses are in mid-stride,
the arrows

fly through the air
at prey unseen.
Our animal instincts

are only satisfied
by their satisfaction.
Afterwards, Henry shaved.

His chin held hair
against the razor.
A trapezoid lay by his lover.

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