ODD FELLOW (TOO)

 

 

I am rather amused

when they tell me

that I’m an odd fellow

 

if only they knew

the half of it

as the quest for society

and diversity

often open up unusual avenues

by which to travel

 

and the seeker

must be open to revelation

from any source

so long as it checks out

and my spider sense isn’t tingling

 

The ramifications

of my plight

are apparent to a few

 

but countless others

will remain clueless

to the rhyme or reason

of what I have to say

 

but somehow, rising thru

the dense fog of early morning

I’ll fancy London and Blakean rapture

will capture my soul for a second

 

As long as the trains run

and the moon makes its rise

over dim evenings

I’ll feel as though

the spirit within me

is still alive and kicking

 

9-22-2001

 

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A poem that brings out the

A poem that brings out the Moet! Written thousands of miles away but very close to the avenue that lay under my feet. This weekend I was fortunate to meet up with a stranger who was learning English in anticipation of reuniting with his British girlfriend. Long story short, sometimes people on similar avenues meet up and that was a strange experience when more likely than not the people you meet would consider you odd. When introduced they annotate your introduction with, "He's a funny one." or "He's a bit random." etc., etc. Here's to keeping that inner spirit alive and kicking! Thanks for sharing, /Rik.


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Glad you enjoyed the ride. 

Glad you enjoyed the ride.  I'm still traveling the avenues hoping to find something that I already possess.  It is rewarding if someone else can benefit from my psychotic musings.