harrychronicjr
Phoenix, AZ
age: 28
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Give me the mic!
I'll give you flight;
Booze cheap and dream light;
A verb fake
sound quake
mind ache;
poetic proselyte;
but sittin' on a slanted stool:
I'll never be Kerouac cool;
I'm
a seller of book dust
star lust;
a rhyme town
tweed sound
Bukwoski spits drunk down;
I write
poetry for the mind;
fire in the find;
soul for the Braille blind;
A Lyrics only rule:
I'll never be Kerouac cool.
Bum a Dharma sun
Where Bangs preached on Haight;
Snyder and Dylan;
Morse and Wait;
culture kings
on a back alley slate.
I roll
Ginsberg foul
A whispered howl;
dance the Daisied pull
of Jean-Louis, fool! Cuz
I'll never be Kerouac cool.
I Wright the words
Stevens wept; a
word ho';
dosey-doe
an Ashbury two step;
I'm the
Ragged claws of
Eliot mutter; E.E. clutter
a ruby bling
of angel wings;
Dylan Thomas
old skool; and
I'll never be Kerouac cool.
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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liked that.
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dyezah
North Little Rock, AR
age: 36
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Liked ^^^^^ that
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