Florida

Walking,
sand between my toes,
sunshine upon my back,
luke warm ocean water,
so clear and blue, like the sky above,
ahead cars zoom on streets, highways
hot pavement in February, palm trees line roads,
canals through cities, looking for alligators, but, alas,
unsuccessful,
snakes and lizards on concrete sidewalks
the sweet taste of a fresh orange in my mouth, untainted by chemicals
orange and pink pastel painted houses,
like the sea shells beneath,
one pina colada and a day of snorkling
swimming with the rainbow colored fish
some call it vacation in paradise,
I call it my life, after all, I wasn't born for harsh Maine winters.

Jack Kerouac

I was first introduced to Jack Kerouac during my
English class freshman year in high school. My English
teacher that semester spoke of books, writers, poets and
poetry. He taught me the wonders of reading and
writing poetry. He was the first poet to join what would
end up eventually amounting to quite an extensive
collection of books, lots of them being poetry, but also
including novels, high school yearbooks, and a few comic books.
I learned a lot from Alex McLean in high school, including how
to write sophisticated, intelligent, and articulate poetry.
Now I have started to write a book, and I will partially credit
that to Alex and partly to a professional actor by the name of
Peterson Toscano (Shhh.... Peterson doesn't know about this yet.) .
Jack was quite like I am now, wacky, creative, and intelligent.
Soon to join Kerouac on my bookshelf at home were Ginsberg,
Whitman, Dickinson, Neruda, Snyder, Wormser, Clifton and
many others. I even have a few anthologies already. It's
amazing what one can do with their life in such short
amounts of time.



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