I was driving down the highway and prayed for souls of roadkill and search for beauty every day. The eternal question beseeched daily. Who gives a fuck. The fireflies of summer dance in memory of dusk diamonds dancing in the weeds. The apartment was once the home of a batterer.2 old ladies and a Negroe star who fell to Broadway lights and a Jamaican who skin popped my brother with heroin. Mr Hayes played with Satchimo and boy do I have the blues. Elijah Muhammad gave me a nickel to buy a bean pie. Ain’t life grande said the Jew store keeper who wanted in my panties at 12.
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Oh, snap that is sharp. I particularly like the imagery in the listed quotes below. The poem creates something like a vivid biopic movie trailer for a film I’d want to see.
prayed for souls of roadkill (nice glimpse into the protagonists value system and heart)
Negroe star who fell to Broadway lights (nice way to suggest that success on Broadway can be diminishment for the man behind the actor)
played with Satchimo and boy do I have the blues. (ah, Satch, you let us know we’re not alone and give us a way to sing out sorrow when we feel we are)
Ain’t life grande said the Jew store keeper who wanted in my panties at 12. (incisive portrait of a girl who should have the right to be innocent who instead has keen and perceptive awareness of predatory grooming that targets her. Ouch.)