Bohemia: Notes of an Online Journal

"Bohemia"
 
It was days in the past
of no real jewelry
just costume plastic beads
with string and glass
an ID bracelet
with my first name
and sign
from the five & dime
 
no car of my own
with sheepskin
bucket seats
when gas was cheap
and coffee too
public transportation
as a rule
till I was grown
 
no trendy clothes with
designer tags
and torn denim knees
all I had —
homemade tie dyed tees
and worn out jeans
and flip flops
dodging the rain
 
no addicting drugs
and drink
for what I didn’t need
inside I think
scared to do the deed
but did accept
charity
when it came to weed
 
and nada in the bank
no job
unemployment check
paid the rent
and what was left
just two
phone booth calls
to rub together
 
shawls with fringe
and painted scarves
and henna art
upon my
hands and face
and rinsed
thru’ my long hair
when I would binge
I still go there
 
 
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019