Glass chin By Alex Z. Salinas

If every poem 

Is the eye unto

Its own universe,

Every tear shed

The lament

Of the dead

Yet unborn,

Then this unruly

Fist with 

Pen in hand 

Shall smash

Furious words

Down politically 

Correct maws 

Of jaws square 

And slack

Till their cyclops

Vision sees black

Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. His poetry has appeared in the San Antonio Express-News, Shot Glass Journal, As It Ought To Be Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily,  Duane’s PoeTree, The Rye Whiskey Review, Black Coffee Review, Brave New Word Magazine, Yellow Mama Webzine, Venus in Scorpio Poetry Zine, and the San Antonio Review, where he serves as poetry editor.