Becoming Kerouac Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Becoming Kerouac

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So fuckin' dead
Yet damn alive
Feeling his soul
In words tonight

Cried for Gerard
In dreams of Jack
Howled Ginsberg
Buried Burroughs

Memere's so haunting
Catholic's daunting
Can't fuckin' sleep
With Satan's sheep

Monday, September 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: authors,poetic expression,poets
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