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KillgoreTrout On January - 17 - 2014

Scenes From the Divided Highway is my first poetry collection. These poems were written between the mid eighties through to the early nineties.

I thought I would share them with those of you who love poetry, or with those of you who might like a glimpse of me that I rarely show.

Whatever the case may be, here are some I have chosen from the collection, that I think were the better of the bunch. I hope you enjoy them.

The Lake of Life

From a cliff high above

A lake called life lay below.

A glasslike lake of smoothest hope

On which a ripple had yet to dance.

From my perch, with awe

I took my stance and fell

Into the puff ball sky.

Down I fell

Right through the surface

Of that glasslike lake of

Smoothest hope;

On which a ripple has yet to dance.



Curves and Straightaways


For years now I have

Suffered and enjoyed an

Insatiable wanderlust.

The freeway’s sleek efficiency

With dangerous curves and smooth

Straightaways with an audience

Of mountains and trees and

Symmetrical ceilings of

Cirrus and Cumulus

That easily tease and tempt me.



Seaside Lounges


It all seems so far away…

Sun worship in ancient freedom.

My loose feet in firm sand,

Shining, glittering sequins

Of tides and the sea sunny smells

Of ocean breeze.

I’ll walk a while this way in heaven

Until earthly thirsts take me down

To seaside lounges

Where pieces of heaven never stray

Too far away.

It is sweet bliss to kiss

the fragrant lips of wine

In powerful, friendly sunshine.


To Kiss Her Lips


To kiss her lips and

Breathe upon the midst

Of feminine beauty,

My dreams are

No longer dreams.

My wishes

No longer wishes.

I taste the warm smile

Of her flesh

To meld with mine.


My Threadbare Shirt


This threadbare shirt feels good on me.

It is a little like me

A little worn in action

But it’s just a shirt stained

With life’s encounterings.

It caresses my torso

In soft shelter,

Not shocking or chic in design But just the shirt of a man.

I am tired but anxious and curious

To live out my days

Threadbare and worn with missing buttons

And feeling best with sleeves rolled up

And shirt tails waving free…in the wind.




Ten thousand sunsets I have lived

And thousands more I hope.

Though I have taken the chance

To view and enjoy

Almost every bedding down

Of the sun;

Each one, without exception

Has failed to match

The presence of you.


A Charge of Renewal


O sweet you

In your so ever innocence

You brought a spark

To my old heart.

This charge of renewal traversed

Your eyeless fingers

To kiss

My finger less eyes.

Your beauty is truth

And ugliness scorns unlike.


Some Secret


They who live to spite the wealthy

Live on guilded terms.

The shopping cart shufflers

And bag lady lovelies

Know some secret that prevents

The destruction of trees.


A Mid-Air Masterpiece


Looking down at rock sand cliffs

Casually drifting and hovering eternal

And hunting with ease

While freely playing

This feathered, wonder

With painted wings,

This racing Hawk

Is a mid-air masterpiece.


This Great Soul


A great soul sat down with me

To sing his street corner songs;

His guitar case lay empty

Of monetary mentions.

This great soul told me this;

Sing your own voice

It’s the only truth.


Your Love Feeds Me


Asleep, your love feeds me.

Awake, I drink of your love

Breathing in and out

How neat your scent

How sweet love’s taste,

Your hair on my face

Tickles my fancy…

There’s not a cloud in your eyes.


Written by KillgoreTrout

Once a wander, working vagabond, fellow traveler on this 3rd stone from the sun. Hurtling through space and time. Lover of books (especially the classics), all kinds of books from novels, poetry, essay collections, fiction and nonfiction and a big Kurt Vonnegut fan. I am a secular humanist and technically an atheist.....Taoist.

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  1. Assumed Name says:

    These are lovely, Kilgore. (I’m passing along the URL to share with a poet writing friend.)

  2. Nirek says:

    KT, I only wish I could write like you do.

    This is not an original. But it is how I feel.

    Vermont’s my home

    it’s in my blood

    it’s spread throughout the house

    thanks to the mud

    and when I want to be alone

    I go and walk in my Green Mountains

    I walk among the maples and the birch

    Say hello to the deer and critters

    It’s where I’ll stay

    though I may sneak out some winters day

    • Thank you Nirek. I really like the poem you posted. Very nice. I’m not a man without a country, but I am sort of a man without a state, due to my extensive wanderings. I do, in some part, envy you for your love of home.

      • Nirek says:

        My Dad moved us around a lot, KT. We always came back to Vermont when Dad was away TDY. I was born here and plan to leave this world from here. Plenty of Vermonters have moved all over the place. I just have found my little slice of heaven here in Northfield Vt. 4.3 acres surrounded by 151 acres of woods owned by the town. At the end of a dead end road.

        I count myself as very lucky.

  3. AdLib says:

    Really enjoyed this collection of your work, KT. A real psychological salve to read poetry after feeling buried in the negativity of the day to day political garbage.

    Seaside Lounges was one of my favorites, you really expressed such a wonderful, gentle tranquility and joy of existence in that poem.

    And the imagery in A Mid-Air Masterpiece was very evocative, well done!

    Thanks so much for sharing your work, Killgore, it was a very appreciated oasis in my day.

    • Thank you very much Ad. I’ve had these for a long time and always felt a little self conscious about posting them here.

      Your reply makes me glad I did. I can still vividly remember the day I wrote Sea Side Lounges. I was living in Southern California and used to take long walks along the beach, and I would get thirsty after about 4 miles, and there was this nice little lounge with outdoor tables that I would stop in for a few cold ones. 😉

  4. My pleasure CAdawn. I’m really glad you enjoyed them. It’s great for us to get to know each other on a more personal level, I agree.

  5. CAdawn says:

    Wonderful poems, KT. I especially loved My threadbare Shirt and Mid-Air Masterpiece.
    It’s nice that we get to learn more exciting things about our fellow posters than politics.
    Thank you for sharing.

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