a junkies palette of primary colours
reflects / green red orange / off the wet pave ment /
it's 3 am in the morn ing
& we are doing / the east side shuffle
the east side / getting high / getting
down / getting home scuffle
& that boy / with his tattoo skin /
cover ed in / ink / coat ed in / pain
keeps pace be side me /
a skate board under his arm
he looks at me /
& rain drips from his eye brows
his worn converse runners / slop a long
as we / trace the bus route / back to
the cock roach hotel / also known as
13th street / the place where i live
november rain soaks us
my hair stuck wet / to my face / &
my jeans are heavy / plaster ed to my legs /
& my hands are red / & my hands are cold
34 city blocks / fuck /
i wish i had a car /
& that boy
he smiles @ me /
& tips his face to the sky / his veins
are full / of sugar water & poison
& / i want to get him home to 13th street
to where i live / so i can taste his hands /
so i can press up a gainst /
his shiver ing body
rain falls / in never end ing streaks /
white lines spill thru the haze of coastal fog /
block after block / of orange
street light & white rain & we / keep walk ing
there is no end ing / only the middle of
the end / there is no / love / just attraction
we have / cigarettes & speed /
it's a mutual under stand ing /
there is no moral crisis / there is /
only me & the boy walk ing home /
in the rain
/
4 comments:
You changed this a bit since I last read it, I noticed a couple more slashes here and there. Hah!
Okay for real now. You changed "In the rain" to be by itself. I like it better like this, much more powerful. Love the style and originality Jenn.
thank you diego
i'm all ways pleased to hear from
you / you stroke my ego / lol
the truth is / / if you didn't comment
i prolly would get any comments
i'm never sure about my work
if it's just my own illusion
that makes me think the work has
any redeem ing quality
this is an old poem i found when
i cleaned out my office a last week
funny where things hide . . .
~jx
We're always our own harshest critics. I am a fan of your style and writing.
This has a west coast feel to it. I might drop the last line, as it leaves the reader hanging on the word 'home' and what it means to them, the writer and the skater boy.
Helm.
thank you helm
it is definite lee
a west coast poem
i appreciate your comments
maybe that last line is really
the title / /
my usual thing is to take
the last line i write
& use it as the title
this was called cigarettes & speed
i think i sent it out for publication but it got reject ed
one has to wonder if the original
title had any thing to do with it
i changed it up a bit /
& tried to do a play on words
with the word "used" in title
that wasn't a line in the poem btw
i think / i should be pull ing out
old work / & may be try some
edit ing / some times i actually
enjoy the process / it's also nice
to get some positive feed back / so thank you again
~jx
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