~ dear, mike meraz
somewhere
in Whittier
your poetry
is walking
down
the street
to buy
cigarettes
aged 41 now,
I read you last night,
sitting
on the edge
of my bed
envisioning you
‘watching it burn’;
it’s obvious
you’re nowhere
near
the ocean.
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: April 6, 2016 in Poetry, UncategorizedTags: Devlin De La Chapa, Mike Meraz, Poems about Mike Meraz, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Poetry by Devlin De La Chapa
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