of Black and White and Red all of the Time=
Reality cut into Crystal Glass,
Laser Sharp surface of Bulges and Mounds
These are my Flowers I bring them to You
as Diego to Frida at Tepeyac
Those were for Guadalupe Ya Estufas.
Hey, I'm just Freestyling Identities.
Hell no You Don't Basquiat Wastebasket.
I before E unless you give me C.
Oh yes you will and you know what I mean!
Chicano Poetry I'll just Cancel
you for Good. Never Again Literature.
Anthrowoelogy has powered you DOWN.