11-25-2024, 12:30 PM
A fourth grade classroom
in 1987…
Lloyd:
Like a star creature creation,
Like a blunt rolled fat,
Like a man out of time.
He sat behind me
I, who wished to be
the teacher’s pet.
She smiled right over
my shoulder at him.
With his natural hair
and his polyester shirts
with the butterfly collars.
“Lucy in the sky of diamonds,
Lucy in the sky of diamonds.”
He’d sing it over and over
Like a flat tire but with soul
like a party gone off the rails
like a disco king stranded.
I hope he’s still out there.
in 1987…
Lloyd:
Like a star creature creation,
Like a blunt rolled fat,
Like a man out of time.
He sat behind me
I, who wished to be
the teacher’s pet.
She smiled right over
my shoulder at him.
With his natural hair
and his polyester shirts
with the butterfly collars.
“Lucy in the sky of diamonds,
Lucy in the sky of diamonds.”
He’d sing it over and over
Like a flat tire but with soul
like a party gone off the rails
like a disco king stranded.
I hope he’s still out there.