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Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South where I come from
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide,
And look out through the window to view the world outside,
To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain,
And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
"The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
A Eulogy To Bonnie Parker
In the little country town of Rowena
Last week while I slept, my damn neighbor decided to rob me.
He stole my car which was an identical copy of the General Lee.
As I painted the car, he told me not to include the flag that was on top.
When he saw me adding the flag, the damn fool demanded that I stop.
To this day, the coolest car I've ever known was our Ford Falcon.
What I understand now, at the time could only feel, was what made this the coolest car ever—wasn't what the car was—but what my father made it become.
(in answer to Robin Camhee)
On a lovely Sunday morning you asked me to go with you
to do shopping at Carnival Mall in Brakpan,
'Give me a ticket,
Give me a ticket''
said an old man
in the railway
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