Tag: BEAT POETRY

SPARKY

January 11, 2018

There’s a chance to enter forgot. A way to avoid being found. To disconnect. To welcome the cold over a warm coat while standing with alone.   It’s also a place for a rescue from flavored languages the last bus home while leaving behind suspicious glances, worn velvet movie seats and a three legged cat … More SPARKY

JACK K

September 4, 2015

Jack was the velvet hitchhiker. The typewriter and his road.  He was cursed with nonchalant genius.  Words worshipped him.  Allen and Neal were jealous of the Lowell hometown boy. The athlete at any sport, the worker, the college student and the occasional sailor.  He was a lover of lost time.  The gatekeeper of abstract thoughts.  … More JACK K