Chicano Poet

Friday, October 19, 2012


Volando Bajo

Hot eyeball in the middle of a desert road
outside of Indio, California

could it, would it,
was it Chamaco’s

looking for his dad
who was dead

Chamaco rolled
the mountains out

sifted desert sand
poured out the contents of the sun

at his feet
sweet

Chamaco knew the outcome
his fur rolled into Palm Springs Airport

bounced off the runway becoming a jet
his manhood folded up like landing gear

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