Darrell Gahm Poems
- Food Court many a bored teenaged afternoon was spent on the ...
- I Have Not Truly Suffered I have not truly suffered, ...
- Dream (Nightmare?) at a small table on a Havana patio, ...
- Just Like The Good Old Days it’s nearly one am and I find ...
- Dr. Hunter I was third year college, majoring in history, ...
- The Boards my footsteps echo down the empty streets as the ...
- The World's Greatest Gardener you could see them from the ...
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Comments about Darrell Gahm
many a bored teenaged afternoon
was spent on the wooden benches
of the mall food court,
my buddy and I wasted too much time
there, watching life and people pass by,
the library was just across the lot from the mall,
but held no real adventure,
just tome after tome of tame,
suburban accepted verse and prose,
no Buk, no Ginsberg, no Ferlinghetti,
so we sat and we watched,
we watched as a kaleidoscope landscape
of twisted neon tubing and uniformed
fry-cooks slinging fatty burgers and
greasy fries blended together into a
twisted mess of ...