Jeffry Cohan Poet Quatrain

I Do Not Understand Why My Brother Eats Elephant Dung

ROCK AND STROLL

When we weren’t stagnant we strolled the street
While all we had to do was look toward the sky
Too many of us were weakened by blistered feet
As reflections of yesterday made us wonder why

On forty-second street there was a gallery of fools
Walk two more blocks and you were in torrid territory
Another four blocks to the east and there were no more rules
Because each one of us junkies were poor and predatory

I thought they were fools but we were the dumb ones
Stepping on melting tar or frozen cement
Looking out for knives, forceful fists and guns
And all the accoutrements which we had been lent

Whether it was Broadway during broad daylight
We did what we were forced to do
Us junkies were never looking to fight
While all the threats were bound to accrue

So don’t follow the pack of us to Needle Park
Because from there you become heroin’s slave
Neither should you follow us through Harlem in the dark
Because from there the next stop is one’s grievous grave
   © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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