I keep falling in love
with my mother,
I dont want to hurt her
—Of all people to hurt.
Every time I see her
she's grown older
But her uniform always
amazes me
For its Dutch simplicity
And the Doll she is,
The doll-like way
she stands
Bowlegged in my dreams,
Waiting to serve me.
And I am only an Apache
Smoking Hashi
In old Cabashy
By the Lamp
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From guest SaMi Burns (contact)
i don't really undrestand this poem its really confusing<<<.... LOL it; an ok poem tho!!! -
mother
From guest Leslie (contact)
This poem kills me. It just tears at my soul. I read it over and over, so beautiful. -
Creepy
From guest Brittany D (contact)
My first reaction is - that's creepy. But then I get to the end "And I am only an Apache Smoking Hashi..." and I just think, wow. That's still creepy. -
he was such a crass poet- using contradictory phrasing to shed light on the everyday- love it -S-
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Why is Jack Kerouac so damn brilliant? this poem made me read it over and over. I am blown away by these words and the turmoil of his mind. Off to read On the Road for the twentieth time.
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