Treasure Island

A.S. Wilson

(03/26/1975 / Wikipedia, USA)

midnight


midnight
black jack speaks to me
kerouak thoughts of freedom

turn right
last light ahead
dropp me at the corner please

an open road to somewhere
an open road to nowhere
an open road to cower in

an open road to towering cities
an open road to wearing civvies
an open road to clearing trees

an open road to fearing less
an open road to herring dish
an open road to Cavendish

vermont
where the journey ended
and life began

any life begging
a lifeboat rigging
to cling onto

Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2009
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