Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Charles Harvey: The Blue Train to Heaven

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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Road to Astroworld an Excerpt


Last night I dreamed a dream a dream of
me and Jonathan. We floated in the clouds
riding in a shiny Ferris wheel. The sun was
the color of a curled up yellow cat. The
sky was hot and warm dusty air blew in
our faces and stinged our eyes. I reached
for my brother’s hand, the one that
wasn’t holding them flowers. The  
flowers was white and their petals flew all
over the Ferris wheel like lightening bugs.
Jonathan whispered in my ear that Big
Mama was going to hell and then he
disappeared behind a cloud shaped like a
lucky clover. The Ferris wheel rolled on
and stopped next to an opened up
window. A clown stared at us through big
half dollar eyes. Patchy puffs of purple hair
dotted his head and face. He shook his
head at me like I had done something bad.
I stuck my tongue out at him. The wind
blew the curtains around and then he was
standing in front of a big silver table. The
table was full of bowls. He scooped out
large lumps of dough and smacked them
together like me and LaKeisha Ann be
doing when we playing patty cake. Clouds
of brown dust that smelled like cinnamon
floated around him. A rope that looked
like a bloody snake also laid on the table. I
was scared of the rope and started to run. 



Thursday, April 14, 2011


The Cat

I'm gone get rid of this cat.
All he do is eat and sleep,
Eat and sleep,
And scratch his neck.

I'm gone get rid of this cat.
He stays out all night,
Always losin' his fights,
Growls when fish ain't on the table,
Smells like he slept in a stable.

I'm gone get rid of this cat.
Brought me a bunch of kits, he did,
Left 'em on the garbage can lid.
He ain't good for nothin',
And the way he act,
Nothin' I give is good for him.
He stays sullen all day,
And when he do run his paw down my leg,
He rips to shreds my stockin'
Now what is this cat good for--Buryin' his head in my crotch,
Then off runnin'
Quicker than a rat trap springin'?

I'm gone get rid of this cat.
I take the 'nitiative
Like the book says,
I scratch his belly
And he buries his claws
To the bones im my fingers.

Yes, I gone get rid of this cat.

C. Harvey