read write poem: napowrimo day 13 smoke a dubie. for this prompt, take a dubie line to jumpstart a poem of your own. i picked homage to philip k. dick
In the trunk of his pink Studebaker
behind the spare whitewall wheel
there lies a breath expired scrawl
ordained his dotted i’s
he wrote when he was young
he wrote with weight a no 2 lead
rehearsing life’s impetuous imaginings
lubricated nibbles composure cast
clear pencil packets of five
he bought when he was young
he wrote the words of arrogance
packed with character and raw ramblings
unsheathed to him in grampa’s voice
whiskey swillin croaking cricket obscurity
he bought when he was young
he wrote the mad and simple
easy quick and staggering
a twilight later wandering
he baits his emotional memory
he bought when he was young
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Powerful and laden. Philip K. Dick was perhaps kindred to the Beatnik Poets, but he knew he had to try to keep himself grounded. so brilliant and so sad.
I like how you circle down quickly into the simplicity of writing, the images of the boy with the #2 pencils.
Thank you
This is excellent! Love the last stanza!
Pamela
I really love the sounds in this poem, especially the second to last stanza.
I selected a line from this poem too. Nice.
This is so beautiful, exquisite work.
I wasn’t sure where this was headed, then the ending pulled everything taut. Wonderful!
Wonderful. I am intrigued by it all, but I especially like “he baits his emotional memory.”