An Epic Adventure From Coast to Coast

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any resemblance to, Political Correctness, Events, People, living, or dead,

is purely coincidental; original poems, opinions, photos, are the sole property of,

Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, Master 'o' da Farce,

and do not reflect those of, Google (blog); names are changed to protect the...

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Forget all you know or think you know about 21st Century Poetry, 

 it is not your Great Grandparents Poetry, 

 it is not your Grandparent's Poetry, 

 it is not your Parent's Poetry,

 it is 21st Century Poetry,

it is your poetry,

an evolution,

revolution

in verse; 

 see,

21st Century Poets are doing new things, the old has fallen away. 

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 Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog, an online magazine published weekly, tackling the hard hitting current events, sharing photos of sunshine and lollipops and cemetery lanes.

North Cemetery, Portsmouth, NH

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On the Road Jazz:

Three Phone Calls

[Subtitle: 21st Century Prodigal Son's Story]

50 States in 100 Lines

(Statewide Stream of Consciousness)

{Jack Kerouac's Talkin' Blues}

I left home in Mill City, Massachusetts,

blue collar blood lineage with no regrets

second day out got taken like a dork

in upstate Hudson Valley, New York

a gay Georgia peach beauty

said I was a hot patootie

brought me to a South Carolina bar-b-que

southern rock, bikers, rebel flag or two,

and with a Kansas shuffle flip

he took all my plastic funds for the trip,

reported cards stolen by unknown stranga',

hitchhiked across northern Pennsylvania;

holes in jeans, holes in shoes, spirits at a new low,

pourin' rain, thumbin' down blue highway Ohio

Blessed Sister Florida stopped to pick me up,

offered bread and drink from sacred travel cup,

she had fallen from a convent in Vermont,

a life of prayer, praise, fasts, she was quite gaunt,

small in '81 Volvo wagon registered in Arkansas,

habit-wimple tent, white knuckles, eyes red, raw,

empty nips of jack Daniels and truckers friends cluttered floor

Sis' on way to South Dakota bad lands for more;

I had no prospects down the road or behind,

and this chick was Kentucky speed-ball blind,

I opened the door, tossed my gear in back,

under Alabama supremacist suit on rack,

hopped in , buckled up, said "let's go!"

and good Sister floored it all the way to Idaho.

In the cascades of Washington state

we got pulled over for an expired plate,

Sis' prayed "Oh Lord, bless this kind hearted office'sah

to let us continue on our way to the land of Utah."

Cop was a Baptist from Mississippi and wept,

"Forgive me, Jesus! In my heart, prejudice I kept!"

"On your path, pilgrims, to your promised land,

south-east express route from California's grand."

Blasted through Oregon discussing who was the blindest,

scored a'couple'a lids of Humboldt's kindest,

drifted eastward, mountain high roaming,

wandering dazed and confused around Wyoming,

I was mistaken for a dangerous desperado

on a rampage from the Rockies of Colorado,

Flo, my gun moll from mid-west Oklahoma,

or the housing projects of Tacoma;

we got on the miranda right telephone'a

Sister Florida called Mother Superior in Arizona,

there was no holy one for me to annoy,

I called a stoner friend in Chicago, Illinois,

he gave me a Connecticut lawyer's number,

and hung up saying, "now let me slumber!"

Sis' dialed the Vatican, all the way in Rome,

machine stated, 'Pope's in Alaska, Nome.'

I stated, "that can't be, saw report on TV,

they're at Catholic convention in Hawaii."

I touch toned local legal eagle digits

doin' the Nevada gambler fidgets...

Man answered, voice drunken, slurred,

Tennessee bourbon, attorney inferred,

esquire promised, "No worries, son, see ya in court."

line went dead like a Texas flood abort;

Florida contacted mission in New Mexico desert,

Council would be facing the judge, alert.

Matron Virginia escorted Sister to cell,

deputy took me to holding hell.

Mobster from Rhode Island, crooked nose,

light in loafers, walked up on tippy-toes,

 "Indiana Smith" was his introduction,

hand on my crotch was his induction,

I gave him the old Minnesota Mangle

be awhile before his nuts untangle;

North Carolina screw was unaware

he was giving his partner the stare,

Officer O'Malley hailed from New Hampshire

looked like a him, yet was really a her,

both graduates of New Jersey U

taught diverse, equitable, Inclusive view,

still, Sargent Louisiana couldn't accept this macho hunk

didn't have the correct genital junk,

his ear-pods blasted soothing sounds of Hannah Montana,

at least she was a female, no hint of a banana.

U of West Virginia public defenders barged in,

ordered, "release these falsely accused offenders within!"

"Better persons of interest in Wisconsin Dells."

"We need to free up their holding cells."

Sister Florida and I were jonezin for the road,

"I know a guy in Missouri" she said "with a load..." 

Bug-eyed, gassed up the Volvo and boogied out

all the way to a desolate Nebraska route

where we blew the 4 cylinder mota'

and accidentally hitched through North Dakota

to upper Michigan peninsula countryside

where we went on a non-stop bus ride

to Maryland hub, lived under assumed names

raising funds for national Paralympic games;

Sister Florida absconded with the take, took off on a plane,

she was last seen somewhere in central Maine.

I made my way to Baltimore, paid respects to Poe,

and as I thumbed to Delaware in heavy falling snow,

limousine convoy splashed past on the way to D. C,

barnstorming Iowa senator returns to hive, good ole bee...

I headed home to Mill City Massachusetts,

blue collar blood lineage...no regrets...no regrets...no regerts...

No Regrets.

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Parting Piece

Campaign

(thinly veiled political commentary)

3 boys and 1 girl out on the playground

friends and supporters circled around

goading, jeering, quartet on

responsible adults seemingly all gone

opposing leaders, Pam and Doug,

push, shove, taunt, and bug,

running mates join in the fray

both pairs debate to get their way

schoolmates take either, or, sides

groups separate echoing chides

insultive burns garner cheers

discussion of issues no one hears

and on the day to use their voice

the ultimate candidate is the choice,

by overwhelming write-in, Clark Kent,

is elected 5th Grade Class President.

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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much, 

 Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,

Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park 

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