Cadillac Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Your cadillac saw lights, people slipping
into unwelcomely signs of neon,
paving the streets away from your room.

We’re killed by these painted lies
but it is my privilege
to draw my disappointment on your hands.

Our lips taint these alcoholic bottles
of our misery, our lives are wasted on high
nobody cares about us, I don’t care about you.

Keep driving until I can’t feel my face
the wind stabs at my pale cheeks
oh Heaven enjoy your Closed sign.

Enjoy as I sing into this defeat, this void
my natural flesh clamored at your prayers;
the difference is there is none.