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CONAL MORGAN
I have a fascination for the writings of the beat era. This poem was inspired by reading a biography of Jack Kerouac.
TOWN AND COUNTRY
The dark psychedelic streets and ways
Beribboned with laser lights of cars.
Moving, throbbing, pulsating with life
Spilling out from smoky clubs and bars.
Shopwindow screens endlessly spewing out
The psychobabble of small minded men.
While in their warm gaudy doorways
Numinous, nobodies here lie, forgotten.
I went to the country, to get away
From all the turmoil of the town,
To live at one with nature’s plan
See the Sun rise and it go down.
I went to strip myself of all my baggage,
Live life at it’s most basic and whole,
To rediscover and be myself again
A part once deemed in nature’s soul.
I went up the mountain to find,
The ideal of the perfect place.
But in my vision of a troubled world
I saw the image of my own face.
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