The Beat Poem by Stan Petrovich

The Beat



Everything changes,
Except for me:
This paradox burns my boots,
And into life I pass;
Beating the well-meaning devil phrase,
Long night's doctrine,
pharasaism of time;
A jolt to the groin, pinhole of supergas-
I remain upright,
old lion in trance.

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Stan Petrovich

Stan Petrovich

Fort Riley, KS
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