One Unknown
John Jessup Kennan 1953 (Pomona)
Hawks are circling above these hills
The skies an ominous grey
She says they look like vultures
When you ain't got a place to stay
Irish Mob wants to execute me
Bill Gates won't talk to me at all
Those army boys did their damage
Elon Musk fractured my skull
Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
That's how I find my way home
It's right there in the police report
Official address: One Unknown
Daddy takes the trash to the curb
Mama's cutting her losses
Polished tombstones in the moon shine
Light reflects its shape like crosses
Mama won't talk to me anymore
Daddy doesn't answer the phone
I'm just more trash by the side of the road
I'm just another One Unknown
Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
Trying to find my way home
According to the police report
I'm the girl from One Unknown
And her eyes are all glazed over
With a shine like polished tombstones
Glistening in the moon shine
On her way back to One Unknown
From a hurt deep behind the glaze
Prayed Tesla gods her soul to keep
Found a line between the tracks
And drifted off to sleep
Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
Just trying to find my way home
It don't really matter what direction you take
Out here on Highway One Unknown
We talked of a better world
Together, we talked of our lives
We talked of despair, we talked of hope
Together, we laughed and we cried
Smiling through pain behind the glaze
She thanked me and began to weep
Found a main down in the tracks
And drifted off to sleep
Returning home to One Unknown...
© John Kennan 3-21-20
for Jamie, and the others living out on 1 Unknown
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Submitted by rankstranger7 on May 24, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | xaxa xxxx Bcde xxfx xexe Bcde xxfe ghiH Bcxe xxxx ghiH e x e |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,519 |
Words | 299 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1 |
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