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Cruiser
by Johnny CrimsonThe frail juggler laughs around
bending nightmare streets.
Rounded cars and tall sidewalks.
Junkyards so far off the highway.
New Jersey nights.
Whiskey smoke and photographs.
Neighborhood girl lay still on the altar
of a greaseslick church.
As the hotel men "worked" on the balcony.
1951's "The Day the Earth Stood Still" was on
and the television left an emptiness in my brain.
Lying on beaches of cocaine and glass, we watch
the midnight ships sail across the sky.
I asked her to marry me in the lunacy of the moonlight.
Bleeding through the sand I watched the tide carry all
your warmth away, and through the high pitched squeals of the
juggler the wind whispered "yesss.." 10/18/2008 Posted on 10/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/19/08 at 04:47 AM Seriously? This is one of your best ever, sir. Just an amazing collection of images and stream-of-thought, but not once does it lose focus. Astonishing. |
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