RUNNING TO JACKSON FOR CIGARETTES – A POEM?

Posted: January 22, 2021 in beat generation, love, poems, POETRY

July 2nd, 1982,
We were high on life,
And other,
Random shit,
Coursing through our system.

Marilyn was dying,
Cancer of the brain,
She wanted to see Las Vegas,
Before she died,
Before her brain shut down,
But she kept breathing,
There we were,
On the strip,
High,
Drunk,
Screaming words to passerby,
Angry words,
Set to Jazz,
Fuck,
Shit,
Beat,
Jack Kerouac,
Five,
Six,
Bartenders pouring drinks,
Blue eyes,
Fell in love with him,
Fuck,
Shit,
Still high,
Beats flying high,
In the air,
She ain’t dying,
We keep telling ourselves,
Jackson up next,
Horn blows,
Half pass 3,
Morning coming,
We ain’t sleepy,
She ain’t dying,
Can’t be,
She only 23!

No faith,
No trumpets blowing,
She in the bed,
Nurse comes in,
Sullen,
Down beat,
We don’t cry,
She ain’t dying,
14th street,
A year before,
She’s alive,
Singing,
On that street corner,
She ain’t dying,
Alive brother,
Sister,
Don’t be crying,
Jazz sings out,
Random song,
She ain’t dying,
She’s alive,
ALIVE!!!!

Drums roll out,
Heart beat going away,
Beep! Stops!
We ain’t crying,
We ain’t crying,
She ain’t dead,
No way man,
She still alive,
The nurse smiles,
Pull the plug,
Annihilation,
I’m standing in the Hall,
Doctor sighs,
Says goodbye,
She is gone,
But I say,
She ain’t dying,
She ain’t dying,
She’s alive,
In here,
In my life,
She is there,
Good night,
She’s alive!

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