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Tumbleweed
by Glenn CurrierI could be bogged in lamentation
about the clocks in my stomach
the buildings, asphalt and sidewalks
etched in visceral halls
horizontal elevators
haunting dreams
become nightmares
lost in social structures and conventions
looking for stars,
trying to twinkle in midday.
But how could I lament
reading the Beats
who nudge me
fling me into their hand crafted sky
celebrating their lovely anarchy
in poetry readings
nonprofit prophets
howling in peaceful protest
of the gargantuan roaring
mojo machines
evil isms that war, buy, and stifle
the hairy erotic unions
in beat hotels and bars
and haze of hashish?
The point is
not to stick my feet
in the trap of envy
or slip on the slime of comparison
but to fall in ethereal wind
blown away on a first name basis
by Walt, Pablo, Allen, Billy, Robert
flung to the heights by Rumi
resting in a cloud
with cousins Lao,
Edgar, Emily and William.
I am a tumbleweed sweeping across their plains
gasping for more
filling my lungs
with their air. 08/17/2010 Posted on 08/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/17/10 at 03:42 PM I love it Glenn. And I do recall those days when driving from city to city or country to country was the great excitement. Or hearing the latest words to come from someone's mouth. It can still send a shiver down my spine. Nice write my friend. My heart beats fast - I better take two pills now! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/17/10 at 06:14 PM Bravo Glenn....whoa, too may great lines to pick a fav or two...this hangs/rolls/tumbles/flows and rests right at ear level. Wonderful. Thanks for this gem! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 08/17/10 at 11:18 PM WOW! So much here- a brilliant write! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/18/10 at 01:07 AM ...tumbleweed. indeed! for real, i bow. the ephemeral intersticed with the brick and mortar, with just a [proper] touch of yearnful ache, but hey bet billy would like for you to quit killing him. nahahaaha |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/18/10 at 02:10 AM "nonprofit prophets." That was just damn clever, sir. Not that I'd expect less from the great Glenn Currier. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/18/10 at 12:37 PM Man do I love the hell out of that last stanza. What a ferocious, beautiful closer. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/18/10 at 02:57 PM Excellent writing Glenn....CharMin |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/19/10 at 02:18 AM Glenn, you just keep on getting better and better. What a poem! Ever line strong...lively. Quite a tribute to the "beats." Going right in my favorites. |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 08/19/10 at 06:04 AM What a ride! Superb!! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/25/10 at 03:17 AM Overcoming obstacles through poetry. I love it from beginning to end. I am continually amazed at your positive spirit, Glenn, especially your perspective in this artful version. With this attitude the sky is the limit. Your erudite friends and your wings will surely take you far. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/21/10 at 02:36 AM how did i manage to overlook this? You had me at "clocks in my stomach" Add Arthur Sze and Octavio Paz to your list of poets to dive into. |
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