"kerouacian" poems
Bridges,
trains,
balloons, ships,
sails, colored glass, snow on the beach,
frozen water, words, language, music, subways,
typewriters, books, photographs,
swing sets, ink,
dust motes,
sunshine,
rain, snowflakes,
tunnels, streetcars, imagination,
memories, silence, sound, shadow puppets, candles,
flames, wax, communities,
comfortable situations, spiral staircases,
camaraderie,
old phones,
wire connections, written letters,
traveling, discovery, robots,
plants, flowers, clouds, grass, breeze,
shadows, running water, warm blankets,
bicycles, seasons,
change,
sunsets,
sunrises, the horizon,
mirrors, time, living without time,
living within space, living, breathing, seeing, hearing,
touching, tasting, smelling,
being reminded of something vague by a scent, poetry,
Kerouacian conversations,
abstractness,
friendship, love,
thoughts, beliefs, emotion,
movement, ages,
beginnings,
endings.
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
Sing out for the repulsed.
The putrid. The obscene.
For all the children just find their way on and in the music scene.
Sing out for every grandma that shutters as we walk by.
Sing out for every giggle let out at a government lie.
Sing in the artificial moonlight on streets that never see darkness or silence.
Sing in the drunk revelry of youth
and hormones and whispered sweet nothings
nether will remember.
And of looks deep into her. . .
eyes because they are truly the most beautiful thing you have seen this night.
Sing in voices too loud for the hour.
Listen to the sound of youth plotting revolution and redistribution of power.
But are derailed when they learn the milk has gone sour
and someone must walk to buy more at two thirty on a Tuesday morning.
Sing of the truly mundane immortalized
in novels and short stories and twitter accounts weekly
as the clock switches from Friday to Saturday largely unnoticed.
Sing of me brothers and sisters.
Sing of me as I walk to my future
tired, weary, and feet covered in blisters.
For the walk is long, and time waits for no one.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
Fugitive somehow can live under murky no dark water. cave back under the water. Hickory Hill and somehow i get caught. I'm not wet but muddy. a lot of cops around and I'm handcuffed. I'm led inside where ppl are standing around. I take off my coat and all of me is ***** except for my arms long sleeves that are yellow. Some female chuckles and exclaims something. I slip right back out of cuffs and noone seems to notice. I slip out the back door unnoticed and back into the pond and I back in to the small cave. Now they come back for me but know where I am. or maybe don't. I think they do or I really don't want to be there so next is close-up of my hands rising from dark brown water to surrender. Maybe this is how I originally surrendered. Later sitting around large table w/ 3 others and Craig K telling me something about how much better he is now that same time in his life is over. Maybe something similar to my sleeping minds problem.
Female is now the one in trouble. Not really pretty but not ugly. In a hospital after she was caught. Sterile room and she's wondering if it's better for her to run. Nurse/doctor orderly comes in he gets knocked out. she takes lab coat, walking by doctor while trying to be conspicuous with metal clipboard in hand. Reaches a stairwell and goes up it (the only way to go) where exit sign is. thinks maybe doctor alerted someone so we get nervous. Go out door to back of a smaller building green grass. large green electrical box parking lot to our left. should note she is talking to me but I'm in no danger. almost like I'm not physically there. we reach car and I ask b/c I'm sure she forgot key to car but she has it so we get in and she drives. She wanders if it would be better to give herself up instead of being on the lamb but says no and I'm happy bc, probably, of my last dream. I tell her about getting new identity and not using her credit cards and dream ends w/ me getting the sense she was never caught.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Kerouacian musings and thoughts
that drive the brain cells
soul cells and heart cells
into a frenetic state.
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC