Screaming Jay Hawkins and Me in Our Prime
I'm lost in a parking lot on the left coast
w/an Afghan Kush and Grey Goose buzz
when Screamin' Jay Hawkins
jumps the Sierra's screaming:
"What can I do w/eighty-six kids
'n each momma wantin' my jam?!"
"Get in motherfucker!" I salvo,
kicking the gas like a mule bucks gravity.
Hurtling down coastal route one
w/an oft-subpoenaed legend in my car doesn't faze me.
Hell no! I expect these things from time to time,
the brain unhinged, the whole world gone batshit.
Screamin' Jay riffing in the passenger seat is no more nuts to me
than dumping poisons in the ocean to my left. Its vast sky
full w/the moans of our daughters' womb engines,
pumping out pilots, privates, and warlords
no one believes can win anymore.
Screaming Jay Hawkins and Me in Our Prime – Mike Jurkovic (Pushcart Prize Nominee)
First published Panolopyzine, 2016 Pushcart nominee 2016
smitten by harpies (Lion Autumn Press, 2016)
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