Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ran away from home
new orleans was where i roamed
the jazz the smoke the bordellos
dishwasher, babysitter, cook, newspaper sales
clean barnacles off the bottom of boats

the men broke that lil girls heart
eating some decanter st pasties on a hundred years
of powdered sugar and slavery
cobblestones and the big man on stilts

my father got stabbed in live and let die
i kept running
until i couldnt
inside out from one love to another
like an island looking for a land mass
floating restless rising
the heart just couldnt be tamed
wild
thirsty muscles throbbing
but the gentle medicne
the prayers of that same little girl
who grew up to be a warrior

got some backbone anyway

maybe the little things
that mattered
will replace all that does not

coffee and rolly cigs- at the end of sundance-
sleeping on the tilt- returning to this world=
maybe there were things that - were a little easier
cush -
but no- always on a shoestring-
like a gambler
throwing dice at a sacred circle
prayers seem to come up red

i absolutely loved this part:

"i kept running
until i couldnt
inside out from one love to another
like an island looking for a land mass
floating restless rising
the heart just couldnt be tamed
wild"

AND THIS:

"sleeping on the tilt- returning to this world"

but i didn't really see where the title "13" applied to the rest of the poem. i know some of us don't like to explain away our work, but a little help, please?

well done!

I was 13
When my whores started moaning
Calling out for love
Liking all that rub a dub dub
Kind of like a child in New Orleans
With a new toy
Got myself a cagun man
With green eyes
And a great body
Yeah that was about 16 ?
13 is also the number
Of change
And it was