En.

Musings on a morning walk

Early morning sunrise,

virgin before the spoil.

Quiet solitude.

There’s nobody. There’s nothing.

I am. I am not.

I am nothing. I am everything.

I am everywhere. I am nowhere.

Now here.

Here and now, boys.

Walk on.

 

Birds copulate in a pothole,

cracked concrete, sprouted grass.

Ah, true beauty.

Avast L’Oreal!

You’re not worth it.

Androgyny- the new vogue.

Rock on.

 

Sleeping town of nowhere,

perfection, everything in nothing

Slow moving train car reading Santa Fe,

I smile.

Stop below a billboard,

light a cigarette.

Where are my beloved Dharma Bums?

Jack, Neal, my heroes of the road

Pasolini! Are you in heaven? Ginsberg?

Angel headed authors hear my words, cry

Right on.

 

Walking meditation.

Cars fly by blind.

Lives externalized.

No wonder everyone’s insane.

Burroughs, sick man.

You had your sparks of brilliance.

As do we all.

 

Write on.

 

 

Reviews

[Friday]

Good beat with a good punch at the end. I almost never use the word "awesome" but I think it is so...

[Aino A Järvinen]

Kiitos!

[Sami Khalil]

"Early morning sunrise,
virgin before the spoil.
Quiet solitude.
There’s nobody. There’s nothing.
I am. I am not.
I am nothing. I am everything.
I am everywhere. I am nowhere.
Now here."
That is called good poetry and deep. Thank you for sharing...:)