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Seeking Ghosts

I drove down the boulevard as I did a thousand other times Passing by the aged blue-gray house - the bachelor's pad across the street Hunkered down like storm clouds in a mist of yesterday's legacy And there he stood....the soulful captive, haunting his past Black pants with hips flung to the side and held low by his own design His stance altered the walkway like a steel girder posted upright His boundless laugh seized the spotlight then scattered like wind chimes Embracing a sweeter, livelier time before he slipped away I pulled over to the side of the road to let my illusion wander Sitting crippled in my car - his entranced prisoner Pulling in the stardust memories of heading down the artists highway Driving in his cherry red rock-n-roll car his guitar in the back seat Where his expression, his music lived in vivid hues of youth Startling the stage with words of rebellion Becoming the cause of all the commotion He challenged his crusade with the heat of revolution His list was his own, his sequence bore his own evolution Disobedience for the sake of itself scrolled on his flirting brow Teasing each consequence with the audacity of sunflowers in the snow Life was struck as a downer and he a loner Whose heart yearned for the lyrics to sanctify his "hell on earth" anthems A hungry wolf in a pack of sheep, growling at his own shadow Licking the wounds of his notched dissatisfaction Unable to disguise his truth to fit into his abstract woolly landscape Always coiled up to the max of his amplified intensity With his super jet speed brooding melodies His cool blue eyes, his ocean vastness, his sky all reflected things in motion All headed down the Pacific Highway in a finned Batman 60's Buick Colliding with the universe And memorializing his words of hard and lonely places Pounding and throbbing with the sounds of his guitar I drifted back Losing this poltergeist of the past, this shadowy myth This specter of a defiant paradox of love and hate..... As the melody faded I embarked back to my journey Riding down the boulevard - He in the seat next to me January 17, 2020 Strand no 650 any theme any form Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand

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