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Oh Kerouac

I am thinking of you, Kerouac. As I always do when the leaves start to fall, For that’s when I first fell for you many years ago. You lit my fire and spit me into myself, ready to tackle Each branch of myself. Aching to view each night through a poet’s eye, And connect the dots uniquely under the violet sky. Oh kerouac, please, you know you’re the reason For my slacks and my oxfords and my cigarettes. You’re the reason I chase, the reason I search For a worn out America all covered in dust. Breathe you in with the tea I smoke, sip you up Desperately like gas station wine, Flipping through your pages like I’ve run out of time. You’ve been with me here and you’ve been with me there to aid me in scoping out the strange and bizarre. Though I never met you I feel like I did Sweet Jack my boy, I am sending you kisses and wishes From the living to the dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 2/15/2021 12:13:00 PM
A pleasure to find your beautiful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Konsey~
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