Poems of a Young Man: “The Brotherhood of the Road” (© KPKeelan)

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Life got strange,

disarranged.

People had turned,

rearranged,

forever changed…

 

I was still a young man

a tarot fool with

a battered blue suitcase

running from

while racing toward-

another longhair vagrant

on the road!

Summer was fleeting

as its youth was fleeing

flowing away from a thousand hometowns.

Groceries in my arms,

destinations

etched lightly in my head

were enough to carry me away

into my future…

 

Brother can you spare a ride?

I’m sleepless

and broke

and a victim of rain;

resounding

in fits of joy-

suffering in spasms of pain,

and I don’t take up much room…

 

Ah the brotherhood of the road!

Wise and stupid,

tested and blessed

we recognize each other

at first sight,

sharing the little we have left

with those who have less.

They share their music:

their singing flute

their stinging sax

their ivory voices

and each is fulfilled

by the other.

So, huddled together

we party!

Daring the bears-

sharing our beds,

celebrating

the wonder it is to be

alive

 

and exploding

with the loving energy

of the youthful soul!

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  (No date)

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About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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