Cadillac Moon by Kevin Young Lyrics

Crashing
again—Basquiat
sends fenders

& letters headlong
into each other
the future. Fusion.

AAAAAAAAAAA.

Big Bang. The Big
Apple, Atom's
behind him—

no sirens
in sight. His career
of careening

since—at six—
playing stickball
a car stole
his spleen. Blind
sided. Move
along folks—nothing

to see here. Driven,
does two Caddys
colliding, biting

the dust he's begun
to snort. Hit
& run.

Red

Cross—the pill-pale
ambulance, inside
out, he hitched

to the hospital.
Joy ride. Hot
wired. O the rush

before the wreck—

each Cadillac,
a Titanic,
an iceberg that's met
its match—cabin
flooded
like an engine,

drawing even
dark Shine
from below deck.

FLATS FIX.

Chop

shop. Body work
while-u-wait. _In situ the spleen

or lien, anterior view—removed._ Given
Gray's Anatomy

by his mother for recovery—

_151. Reflexion of spleenturned forwards
&; to the right, like

pages of a book—_
Basquiat pulled
into orbit
with tide, the moon
gold as a tooth,
a hubcap gleaming,

gleaned—Shine
swimming for land,
somewhere solid

to spin his own obit.