Clete Peters

I Thought I Would Move - Poem by Clete Peters

I thought I would move
Like Kerouac
New York, Miami, Denver,
And all of the highway flops
In between

I thought I would write
Like Hemingway
Concise, knife sharp apologues
Of booze, brawls, love
And the hunt for the perfect café

I thought I would speak
Like Twain
Immaculate yarns
Of life death
And the human condition

Instead I move like a sloth
From a low rent suburban dump
To a clock punching
Mindless grind
My Eden, an alcohol soaked
Desolation of my own design

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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