For Jack Kerouac:
While the dance hall rocked
a big old clock ticked and tocked
and nobody cared
This quiet night sky—
I’ve got nothing to bother
my mind with right now
Figures floating by
on an invisible path
in the evening fog
*
Two big eyes of light
glide by me in the darkness—
walking on the road
A flurry of snow—
cloud of white pigeons flutters
and swerves and is gone
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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