The Open Road Revisited
Published by Wandering Poet on Tuesday, September 2, 2008 at 8:40 AM
I am Jack Kerouac
and you can be Emily Dickinson --
together we can blow this joint
and hit the only open road yet to be traveled.
Overcoming our dichotomous anxieties
we will flow as Yin and Yang
A poet's heart, a poet's soul: you and I
build paper cranes until its time to nap.
Off we go into space -- the new frontier
tiered of squaresville and mundane bedrooms.
Off we go:
I can be Jack Kerouac
aand you can be Emily Dickinson --
Subversively singing soft mad lullabies
to our infant dreams: the children of the world.
0 Comments:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
