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kevin-hudson
kevin-hudson
46/M/Lynn, Ma. I like to read, write and paint... / I divide my time between the city of Lynn Massachusetts, and Lowell Ma, home of Jack Kerouac...
the endless construction of the industrial landscape of jersey barriers & orange cones and workers with coffees & expensive work & gear police stand by...
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
commuter
Children of giant cities Polémiques Distant voices and shrieks Music to my ears The stench of the concord river Skeleton frames of rusted bikes Marble blocks Shoot up from Kerouac Park
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Mass Mills
Dusk was approaching the scattered few drunkards slumped toward the river on rot iron benches The Book of Mormon Lay safely underneath the trailer In Kerouac park That houses supplies for blizzards The streets were surprisingly empty for the first time I felt hope? Even the tags on the dumpsters next to the track marks Struck me as innocent Adorned with halos The deserted liquor store Counter a plastic wrap of doom
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
Approaching Dusk
the trees are budding again while i look out through the fat fast blobs of raindrops from the roofs gutter the branches spiderweb across my view of the depressing red brick wide windowed mill building full of distant souls tears stream down like blurry rain on the squares of glass the realization of her moving on and knowing that her love had dwindled i learned of her feelings for someone else i crumbled and wanted to self destruct
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
Paradox
It's just a matter of time before this mask crumbles and falls away past my chin wet with tears The miasma struggles to lift through the pieces like acrid smoke The baby cries and swats at my hand because he knows, rather he feels
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
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