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Poetry By Don Kingfisher Campbell

Room 222A

Dingy institutional avocado brick
west wall of a square classroom,

fourteen rowed fluorescents look down
on sixteen teenagers in various states

of study, boredom, fear, love, sickness,
sharing, rhythm, preoccupation, fatigue,

laughter, bemusement, laziness, grooming,
composing, conversation, and percussion.

Tapping on a laminate desk equals
creation of a single future. One word

at a time, this arranged laboratory is
part of the great experiment, to see

if those sophisticated insects will improve
the already perfect earth, or speed the need

for a cosmic rewrite.


it’s fun
to twirl your hair
in a bun

it feels good
to crush a piece of paper
into a ball

it’s pleasant
to know the Earth
is round

some god

The Free Way
we were in the ‘63 brown Buick
I bought from my uncle for 350 dollars
blazing down the 210 Freeway to Ontario
for Cal Jam 2, the rock’n’roll concert
where we teens would light up
freedom from our parents
in a crowd of 300,000 at the speedway
we walked through the tunnel
to the infield where sleeping bags dotted the grass
(we made tracks on the grass in just an hour
it was 4am, I had been doing ‘78
trying to drive the year)
everyone was sleeping below the stars
waiting to be awakened by hundred thousand watt speakers
and reborn into rocking festival lyrics
to hear our cultural leaders–Aerosmith, Santana, Foreigner, Heart, Ted Nugent, Mahogany Rush!
and when it was over, after our fists pumped into the air
thick with smoke and spilled beer and trampled dust
we shuffled out, media fed cattle, mooing with happy tiredness
for the 2am drive home, I drove in the dark highway space
weaving with ears buzzing, we had to stop
to piss on the walls of a closed gas station
spraying yellow sparks of independence in the night
the liberation of being on our own–with friends
hours of deep high to always remember

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles, has been a coach and judge for California Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, Los Angeles Area Coordinator and Board Member of California Poets In The Schools, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Spectrum and the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, leader of the Emerging Urban Poets writing and Deep Critique workshops, organizer of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com



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  1. Mandy Robinson Mandy Robinson

    I used to write poetry, but haven’t done it in a long time. This is making me want to do it all over again. I love the way you think of the sphere in so many ways.

  2. Raj Raj

    The way poet uses verb to describe different feelings and conditions of a man. His short poetry are awesome. I personally feel writing a short poetry with a deep meaning is much more difficult than writing long poetry..

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