Spider Trap
"SPIDER TRAP"
reaching the ten
poem goal by eight
PM is heavy.
with nine under
the fingers,
the Pacifico waits
for the train.
I light my candle
in daylight
and never deposit
the coin for the
additional three
minutes.
the bums dance
without reason
so you can eat
the apple.
poetry is
the medicine
that makes me
well.
flowers cry
in the wind
of my reality
and
love
has never won yet.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016
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