Poems of a Young Man: “Syncopation” (© KPKeelan)

.

Timing-

sticking its thumb in my eye!

Rhythms

stepping on my feet.

Ripe apples bruised

(the taste is not so sweet.)

*   *   *

At this stretch of highway

I’m cruising right up the center,

but I always arrive at my junctions

just too soon/or just too late-

and the torture of it all,

is that I know it

while it’s happening!

*   *   *

You are moody.

I am joyful.

 

You feel high.

I’m depressed.

 

Once, so in sync, now

never quite in the same space at the same time.

I hope, like everything,

this too will pass

and leave us behind:

hand-in-hand and

joined as one.

.

(12- 13- 79)

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About KPKeelan

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