Watchtower

Obscure even to your
Mother's bridge partners,
Hypnotized we shared
A room over Buddha's Burgers.
We were always just
Learning how to fly,
Practiced daily in a
Mirror Simon Says.
Don't move as the whole
World is standing still.
The Lady of the Lake
Says love means nothing.
Now native to nothingness
Just a ne from nowhere
As the doctor examines
The scars on your wrist.
Watchtowers fade under
An antic Antares.
At the Beach I catch
Rain with an opened mouth.

Clinton Van Inman claims to be one of the few remaining Beat Poets who still bang the drum slowly now for the Cause. Recent publications include Internet magazines: Poetry, BlackCatPoems, The Inclement, The Tower Journal, and the Beatnik, while recent magazines include Down in the Dirt, Hudson View, and Indiana University Spirits to name a few. Currently, he is trying to gather most of his poetry together to publish in a book I hope called, "One Last Beat."

Clinton was born in England in 1945, graduated from San Diego State University in 1977. He is a high school teacher in Tampa Bay, and lives in Sun City Center, Florida with his wife, Elba.

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