A Poem by Joseph LaBarge

a reconciliation rather than a tribute


Sometimes I look into these eyes and I just want to split,

Like kerouack, looking for and running from, myself and god.

Like a six sense, just before the drugs take hold,

and even the sun seems to lag,

Where everything seems just that much clearer,

and any thoughts on love or cost are served beat side up,

'cause its only when you stop that you feel it,

that sense, that void, that knowing

but its never anything you can touch

never anything you can see,

but you feel it in your gut,

from the top of your head,

to the bottom of your soul,

it screams,

and you know

hat you just got to keep moving,



on that open road

© 2011 Joseph LaBarge

Author's Note

Joseph LaBarge
My friend tells me that the fact that I hate Kerouac ( I think he was an irresponsible, self absorbed, egotistical, ass) makes this poem more interesting.

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Added on September 28, 2011
Last Updated on September 28, 2011
Tags: Wandering, traveling, poetry, angst


Joseph LaBarge
Joseph LaBarge


I am a lapsed anarchist with a Dadaist sense of humor. I am horrible with punctuation, grammar, and spelling. I do not believe in form or reasonableness. My writing tends to contain contradictions and.. more..

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