In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever
we were never caught we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El Dorado worked odd jobs between delusions of escape drunk on the admonitions of parents, parsons & professors driving faster than the road or law allowed. our high-pitched laughter was young, heartless & disrespected authority. we could be heard for miles in the night the Grand Canyon of a new manhood. womanhood discovered like the first sighting of Mount Wilson we rebelled against the southwestern wind we got so naturally ripped, we sprouted wings, crashed parties on the moon, and howled at the earth we lived off love. It was all we had to eat when you split you took all the wisdom and left me the worry
Copyright © 2001 by Wanda Coleman. Reprinted from Mercurochrome: New Poems with the permission of Black Sparrow Press. All rights reserved.
Born in 1946, Wanda Coleman was the author of several poetry collections, including Bathwater Wine (Black Sparrow Press, 1998), which won the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize.
Date Published: 2001-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/other-fantasy-where-we-live-forever