"keroac" poems
Sitting outside there
In your shirt sleeves
With your coffee and your cigarette
Wearing those black Ray Bans
That I'd've hated on just about anybody else
You looked just like Jack Keroac.
I couldn't see your eyes
But I liked to think
That you were thinking
Thoughts and things that I couldn't even imagine.
That to you
The world was like one big tangled ball
Of Christmas lights
To sort through
And fix up a little.
When I turned
You were already gone
Your broad hand
Grasping that cigarette.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 8:12 AM UTC
yaas yaws said neil cassidy, and dean smiled back, I have no idea what you are talking about, carlo said to ginsberg, this one is crazy, and then sal said to keroac delete delete delete deleted delete
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I"m crazy and I'll listen to your **** too, lets howl
HOOWWLLLLLL at the moon
Ginsberg was alight,, we can beat him at his game
Keroac is like...jesus, but he wouldn't mind
Dean just drives. HA. I'm gonna go get some Gan Ja nows peace
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Cigarette ash on the torn page of a Keroac
Told us to “Burn Burn Burn”, so we never looked back.
Fleeing, hearts ablaze like the setting sun
No longer shackled by routine, we were on the run.
In an inferno fueled by Hendrix’s “Fire,”
We incinerated doubt, new love our pyre.
Blacked lungs serenaded flickering streetlights
While the flames of our passion consumed mundane nights.
Kerosene hearts ignited by matchstick kisses
We danced to the beat of the fire’s hisses.
Each touch a spark, yielding to lust
White hot euphoria...we’re bound to combust.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC