SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

"Annie from the Block Across the Street"

Annie from the block across the street
Heard my songs and read my poems first
Stuck one to the wall on a stairway where me met
Kissed me quick and said my pa just left

There’ll be sex and music all night through
Wine and beer will flow, there’ll be joints for me and you
There’ll be nakedness and magic in our windows pale and gray
And tomorrow morning laughter and the things our folks will say
When we finally get to school both late and torn
With the logic of the moment when our teenage love was born

Annie was the portal into stars
I was dreaming of a lean black car
So I could drive her round to a rock’n’rolling sound
Freely on the highway, out of districts, out of town

We’d disappear forever on the scent of gasoline
Annie had the power to fuel the meanest dreams
Wicked arms and lips the taste of mellow tangerine
She was all the local boys' favorite loving machine
But mine to keep and clean
And part of the catholic scene

Annie, magic girl soon to lady of the town
Everybody wants her, and nobody wants to frown
So her words combined with acid work pure magic on lost boys
And unwilling they become famous actors in a Royce
When the new narcotic vision dawns on early morning docks
We remember and we worship little Annie from the block

Angels are rare, hearts are young
Songs are short and life's a song
Dawn is bright until she smiles
Then we're off to holy night
Nightmares of illusion drop
From the roof of Annie's block
Pterodactyl wings are spread
In my teenage bombing head
Night begins and sacred sex
Laughter, love petitions death

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