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Ambulance Juice (a metaphysical poem)

Sep 7, 2016, 12:50 AM

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Ambulance Juice

∼ I ∼

Ambulance Juice oozes from his eye through the crack in his skull
and fills their cup—

“Say, Mack, what time it be?”
Sun dial technology sheds a shade shoe to face.

Wipe your tear, pull up that chair. Now the ambulance is here. Mack travelled the sea with sailor’s glee.

∼ II ∼

On red streets he walked, touching the yellow lines.
Deadly streets of pavement; knock.
Fast streets; past streets, “which they carried me across.”

About the Author

Scott Shlomo Krane has been blogging for TOI since February 2012. His writing has also appeared in The Atlantic, Tablet, Ha'aretz, The Jerusalem Post, the Daily Caller, Mic, JazzTimes and AllAboutJazz.com. Scott was a columnist and breaking news editor for Arutz Sheva-Israel National News (2011-2013). In addition to holding a degree in Judaic Studies and a Master's in English from Bar-Ilan University (for which he wrote his thesis on the poetry of American master, John Ashbery), he has learned Judaism at Hadar Ha'Torah Rabbinical Seminary in Brooklyn.