I almost cried thinking about you. Your soul all the tall tales you spun spiders dancing across the stars now I miss you I never knew you I want to so badly it hurts
You'd hate it here they bastardized you sold your words for a dime those jewels you saw in the night rocks. just rocks.
that is, now Nobody wanted that fantastic ruby sky and ****-green mossy aquamarine now we stare at screens. screens.
They'll kick you off the train eye you with suspicious gaze if they catch you all alone spun along some interstate
We can't do what you did anymore try as we want to.
No running from the law or responsibility or inevitability or anything quite like that
and the only time i spoke to god he told me there was places for me to see somewhere for me to be someone for me to meet and i still don't know what that means...
I didn't have no writing buddy my buddy left for the dusty drone of Bakersfield and now i'm all alone Disenchanted and enthusiastic about all the things everyone hates and the history that keeps sifting like sand through the lobes of my skull
Jack, come back give me a minute or two maybe a vision of my wildest dreams I'd love so much to talk to you
I keep dreaming and seeing the beauty that lies in the center of the Tao, that long winding tao of ancient street with no shoes worn here in San Francisco that imaginary terminus you dreamed not here, silly me. I started here you wound your end through here
I don't know what mine'll be Not a hemorrhage maybe of the brain since that's where my troubles lie or my prostate, since that's where my vision lies yours was the stomach that great trust in gut it let you down and lifted you up
God didn't give me that at all he gave it to you oh how freeing that must have felt to know truly
A man like Kerouac comes once in a hundred years. that poor tortured soul-- what I wouldn't give to get to know.