POETRY
By Lillian Necakov

Cab Ride	Three Losers in Louisiana
After Jim Jarmusch's Night on Earth 1991	After Jim Jarmusch's Down By Law 1986
There are nights on earth when a cab ride is all it takes to reveal the entire truth about where we are going and at what speed there are five stories for each lie we tell and there are never enough names for us to slide into not enough cities or streets to hide in while the meter runs on and on we journey past the horror of our loneliness and into someone else's continent someone else's version of the very same story we've been telling each other for years our lives move in sequence from one shot to the next subtitled and more offensive than we would have liked our blood is full of burden the burden of drowning sheep.	He can't even fry up an egg but he sure knows murder rumour has it he killed a guy with an eight ball threw it right at his head and now he's locked up with two losers with only a deck of cards between them and big dreams of Walt Whitman escape costs nothing once their feet touch the earth it's simple they move north out of the bayou he recites Bob Frost and tells the losers that America is for poets and that his name is Roberto but they can call him Bob he delivers them to a clearing where the road forks "the world is a strange and beautiful place" he tells them "wish you were here" the losers turn their backs on him move towards the dull sun and whisper "buzz off".

Cab Ride

Three Losers in Louisiana

After Jim Jarmusch's Night on Earth 1991

After Jim Jarmusch's Down By Law 1986

There are nights on earth when a cab ride is all it takes
to reveal the entire truth
about where we are going and at what speed
there are five stories for each lie we tell
and there are never enough names for us to slide into

not enough cities or streets to hide in
while the meter runs on and on
we journey past the horror of our loneliness
and into someone else's continent
someone else's version of the very same story
we've been telling each other for years

our lives move in sequence from one shot to the next
subtitled and more offensive than we would have liked
our blood is full of burden
the burden of drowning sheep.

He can't even fry up an egg but he sure knows murder
rumour has it he killed a guy with an eight ball
threw it right at his head
and now he's locked up with two losers
with only a deck of cards between them
and big dreams of Walt Whitman

escape costs nothing
once their feet touch the earth it's simple
they move north out of the bayou
he recites Bob Frost and tells the losers
that America is for poets
and that his name is Roberto but they can call him Bob
he delivers them to a clearing where the road forks
"the world is a strange and beautiful place" he tells them
"wish you were here"
the losers turn their backs on him
move towards the dull sun and whisper "buzz off".

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POETRY By Lillian Necakov

POETRY
By Lillian Necakov