Blessed Are the Poor in Miami Beach

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She sleeps all day under MacArthur Causeway
But shuffles at twilight with thorazine
Which is bad for business on Alton Road

Where Lizzie sells flowers to late night men
Whose wives pretend that a husband won’t lie
Whatever he smells like later in bed.

She buys a last meal for Luke who is sick
Of South Florida, agrees to say grace,
But otherwise won't let her wash his feet

Before Seven Up and cellophaned crackers
From vending machines not far from his Greyhound
And glorious busboys fresh in the men’s room.

She prays for him while she swallows her meds
As a new flock of snow birds leave the depot
For coke and rum on the rocks in bikinis

Like mythic Sirens that lure Lizzie strait
Back to the ramp with her new tramp in town
Who said he dreams of her queendom in heaven.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
ONE THING THEY CANT SMOTHER

is dreams of now and the future, TK U MLJ LV NV

vrosej10vrosej10over 14 years ago
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A beautiful and sensitive depiction of emotive subject matter -- what I have come to expect of you. Excellent use of imagery, very evocative.

emma_tateemma_tateover 14 years ago
It IS a nice poem

worthy of comment, which is sad, the state of things, I mean. Okay, honestly, it is cold. Cold but means well. I have read a thousand poems like this, a subject stated well, all spellings correct, punctuation, enjambments, etc, but you left out the emotion. A poem like this should tug, make you tear up, but something missing, didn't pull the trigger. Not one of your best, you tried too hard. Hang in there, It will come to you like it has many times before.

AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
Wow

This is a very nice poem. Thank you for writing it.