Nicholas Cage is Detroit in leather pants
in the driver’s seat of a ’95 Ford
Windstar toting around performance poet people
whining over spilled metaphors on soft Cottonelle
toilet paper.
Nicholas Cage is Detroit on 3rd Ave. dancing to music
of the homeless man with gray eyes & sings
in the choir at New Baptist. His hands shake when he
claps. Nicholas Cage is Detroit singing spirituals on the People
Mover, at COBO Hall, he’s volunteering at the soup kitchen,
paving broken roads, stabbing fools
with their own knives while stitching bullet wounds
in their heads.
Nicholas Cage is Detroit hopped up on frooties and asthma
medicine. He burns the pictures of the prophet in all black that
keeps turning up plastered on lamp posts. Can you see his eyes?
Dark brown , almost black, full of emptiness.
Nicholas Cage is Detroit. In blue
spandex & an “ I Love New Yorkâ€Â
Article# 618, Created Nov. 18, 2005 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
I watch how the moon sits in the sky
and stares down at me
like I owe it something.
It tells me of the ancient people.
The children of the earth play around their father
as we sit in peace,
as the pendulum swings
from the wood in which we live
to the cities we die.
In every blinding vision
a blast of snow
turns the earth to crystal.
Now I think I know
what Shiva’s thinking
as the moon watches me in the night.
Talmadge Canty
Southwestern High School
Winner 2002 Lotus Press Prize Article# 617, Created Nov. 18, 2005 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
