On the Road,On the Roof
Looks like a storm
Deadliest dry storm.
Flat grey clouds
Like alley rats,
Rolling over me.
Sitting on my roof
Reading “On the Road”
Failing to absorb,
Vitamin D.
Now aware of the light
The silent strike,
Electric bolt.
You’re gone
Fried
Died
Reading Jack Kerouac.
Copyright © Jaime Ferreyros | Year Posted 2007
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