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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Cover image courtesy of Freddie Collins