Prelude to Grapedrink.

Reads: 373  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 21

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
About an African-American fellow, his state of being and his everlasting quest to capture the painstakingly elusive Grape-drink

Submitted: October 16, 2009

A A A | A A A

Submitted: October 16, 2009

A A A

A A A


I have this Grill stuck in my heart

I love you Fried Chicken,

You have to go away

But you're so finger licking good, I want you to stay

I search for my Grapedrink, through dirt, dust and mold

Without my Fried Chicken, I am feeling so old

My negro heart is beating, as I dance on this floor, the Grapedrink eludes me

Oh how I wish it pour, from the skies to my door, but that only happens, in old negro lore

Unless I can find my Grapedrink, my Fried Chicken and all;

I should never again be happy, this man whose named Jamal


© Copyright 2017 Future Compost Heap. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Unknown

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Unknown

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar
avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply