Poems of a Young Man: “Q: ? / A: !” (© KPKeelan)

.

Lead weights

like tiny balls of dark matter

drag my face

down.

With eyelids

like cracked granite

lips of brick

a mind as fluid

as ice-

I lift the other foot.

One – Two / One – Two / One – Two

Is there a world going on out there?

Do these sounds conspire

or

compose?

Do these streets

lead me

anywhere?

Between the glass sky

and the stained pavement

we walk.

Feet like mud.

Eyes like fire.

.

(9- 21- 81)

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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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One Response to Poems of a Young Man: “Q: ? / A: !” (© KPKeelan)

  1. TRACY KEELAN says:

    Yup, them weighted lead balls suck!

    Like

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