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JOHN DORSEY
circa 1970's your hands were clasped in a swaying way that said your body was a temple and when death came to collect your thoughts it wasn't even almost a sweet release on vinyl disco dancing under the clouds to 1978 sunshine state of being cruising the asbury park el train for good vibrations seldom found in any sort of wall street brett easton ellis kinda era you were more brett harte than anything else cuz like that ole'drunk skunk bukowski you knew we were living in the badlands and never really cared to look back when the sun was in your eyes throw another star on the flag they danced like raindrops kept fallin' on my head rings on a tree moving to the constitutional rights i know we've lost the daydream those were fighting words living in the land of the walking revelation without a bus token to dream of butterflies swept up in the net of the cosmos we've come this far to get a nation's ghetto pass redeemed in the eyes children we claimed to raise in tune with the daily religion of mtv smoking guns and pot within the code of the ole' west we are being revised brain wrinkled like a grape in napa valley or the words put in our culture's mouth by the ghost of john fante's unborn shadow i dreamed you shared a joint with rosa parks in front of the city lights on columbus ave where the boogie ran cold chasing you down yet to be imagined dreamscapes this song is for you 51 black and white keys of wisdom shimmering along the coast of your mind's eye be glad you were born packing heat John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo OH. His work has recently appeared in fearless, Mystery Island Magazine, The James River Poetry, Poesy Magazine, and The Dublin Quarterly. He is the author of "Little Boy Beat:Selected Poems" Paladin M &E Inc., and is the co-author of "The Price Of Sunshine" written with Iris Berry, Feel Free Press, Forthcoming. |
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