Here’s our April installment of “Bushwick Bohemia Beat Poetry” curated by Bushwick-born poet, Emanuel Xavier. The series features poems by local Bushwick residents and/or natives. This month’s poem comes from Laramie Flick.
Me The Banker
I am a dead vampire
Sucking the black flames
Out of collapsed veins.
I cannot write my own words
Or paint images I day dreamed
Or sing songs I heard first
Or think my own thoughts
Or have feelings that bubble
Out of true chemical despair,
Existential and philosophical.
I just scavenge the debris
Left by true apostles of the muses.
I can act an artist for the locals
Who suspect but don’t accuse me
Of banker origins and originality.
Laramie Flick is a writer who lives in Bushwick
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