Jack Kerouac inspired poetry by James Schwartz

“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”

– Jack Kerouac 

"Walking With the Ancestors in Detroit" 

I find myself in love
With my lost lineage 
Before my ancestors 
Rebelled from
The Church
Marking us 
As Anabaptist heretics 
The statuary smashed
Generations of conformity 
Against the present
Predecessors of a
Polluted body
Donning buttoned costumes 
Banning bicycles 
Shunning family 
Welcoming tourists 
Unrecognizable 
To our forefathers.


I find myself walking down 
John R past midnight 
To the gas station 
On 6 Mile  
The street is deserted 
Only a lone sex worker 
Huddled in winter shadows 
& her coat 
First snow of the season 
I give her $5 
& tell her to go eat
Stepping over
A dead rat
A syringe 
A wig
A broken bottle
Unrecognizable 
In my hoodie.

Bio: James Schwartz is a poet, slam performer and author of various collections including "The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay & Amish in America" (available on Kindle 2011), PUnatic (Writing Knights Press, 2019) & Motor City Mix (Alien Buddha Press 2022). On twitter James can be found under @queeraspoetry for a follow.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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