Look What Happened To Me '68 Poem by Wilkins Driver

i walked down the street asked for a direction
the man pulled a gun out and took me straight to where im from
torn up i called my old friend
we went out to look for my wallets man
he wasnt around today
i took a tangerine and bit right into it
the juices came down my mouth
i was sticky like blue use i was sticking to the blue news
my identity left the corner store i cant buy no more hydrated flow
the cuts they pummeled into me catching up with a sick astrology
my stars connect with 5 dots on a carried away foreign ship
the stars they move with me while i walk along the road
looking down now i strain to sit back up
for the pain is quicker without me.