I was walking through
Sunlit and lonely Melvindale,
Which for all intents and purposes
Is mystical Detroit,
And I was thinking about Susan,
Somewhere sad in Pennsylvania.
Boys were playing football,
Which made me lonesome
For Scott and Leroy,
Childhood companions
Lost in time!
A tall mother watering the lawn
Was goddess-like.
Does anyone love Li Po?
Where is Han Shan?
I’d kiss Susan beneath a Maple Tree
If she’d let me read to her
Mexico City Blues by Jack Kerouac.
Re-phrasing: any girl that understands who the Beat poets were; how they shaped the future, course of writing. How they were prophets and could pulse the mindset of the times, with such ease and provocativeness... Would never swoon, but instead savor. kiss, sjg
Any girl would have to be completely insane not to swoon at one who read Kerouac to her..... t xx
oh, how i love this...and oh, how I love its creater...well done my friend.
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Wow Uriah you have a Lot of Cool poetry. No surprise though as I remember you always had a notebook handy and always wrote down poems and songs. Our little 3 piece band in 6th grade was just the Tip I see. Scott and LeRoy now thats 2 guys from Evans Ill never forget either. Perry and Uriah as well Excellent Work. Ric D.