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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As The Fog Rolls In</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Kerouac comes out of the fog & mist<br>a ghost smoking a joint<br>offers me some <br>finally -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">what suffering I think<br>to scratch out a few lines<br>stolen from the humming dynamo<br>which spins the universe -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">cars pass along the low road<br>more pass on the higher road<br>red & blue lights along the horizon<br>disappear in the thick Atlantic fog<br>which swallows all remaining lights<br>car headlights <br>the farmer arrives turning on the light<br>which floods out through the barn doors<br>releases the horses to wander around their corral<br>the big red horse moves towards the fence<br>eyes me wishing to speak to me<br>or just looking for a treat<br>or someone to stroke his head</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a Chinese flute is playing<br>such sad high fragile notes<br>as the fog rolls in<br>someone is teasing a tabla drum in the distance<br>as the fog rolls in from the gray Atlantic<br>someone is strumming a sitar<br>as the fog rolls in<br>someone is playing a jig on a fiddle<br>as the fog rolls in<br>everything has its own theme music<br>from the fog rolling in<br>to the celestial bodies<br>rolling across the firmament -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">an ancient voice in the distance bellows <br>an old god reawakening<br>rising out of the sea<br>of myths & dreams<br>turns into a prosaic electronic being<br>the fog rolls in stays for days<br>our world shrinks <br>the buzzing stars a delight <br>as if dying one by one <br>as the black curtain is drawn shut<br>the distant hills disappear<br>lights flicker on towers then fade<br>cars pass on the road <br>til the road is cloaked in the mist<br>horses wander around their corral<br>keeping me company<br>as they too dissolve <br>as the light from my porch is swallowed<br>sucked into the pitch blackness<br>as I sit smoking a cigarette at 3am<br>the smoke swirls & curls <br>as the darkness enfolds me -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">roads criss-crossing entangled<br>leading us into endless circles<br>lost in a maze of concrete & tar<br>black ribbons entwined<br>only trees & more trees<br>fields opening up <br>spreading to the horizon<br>cows lying down waiting for the rain<br>red barns & towering silos <br>houses on distant hills<br>then suburbia <br>a thousand cul-de-sacs<br>suddenly giant apartment complexes <br>pushing up through the earth<br>dropped out of the firmament<br>rise around us on all sides<br>towers of steel & glass<br>a city conquering the the country-side -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">passing through a thousand quaint fishing villages<br>each a clone of the last <br>rocky shores boats tied up<br>old weather worn docks<br>in blinding light<br>or cloaked in mist & fog<br>trees along the shore road<br>velvet gray & green moss hanging from branches<br>a few scattered patches of living green <br>some trees half-dead line the shores<br>for a thousand miles<br>death-throes of a dying alien planet<br>not the one known in our childhood -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=545719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">cannoeing across lifeless lakes<br>waves lapping against the canoe<br>not quite like the Indian Princess<br>who wrote of her singing paddle<br>lost in colonial dreams -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Gordon+Coombes">Gordon Coombes</a></strong></div>