had something miserably dead
coming before planning
perfect
naively intellectual letters
shrouded out of New York
The beautiful cafeteria
reminded me of leftover things
so I went flat
jumping to sex
sweat
curse
like a young Gene Autry
blonde ringlets
hanging like a serious
gloomy fluctuating crystallization
*This is a "cut-up poem" (a la William S. Burroughs) using words (in the order they appear) from the first four paragraphs of Jack Kerouac's On The Road.
Contributed to dVersePoets.com
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new york is def a city that carries a bit of love for me...and not cafeteria food but full of flavor..smiles...interesting approach to the poem... and great book to pick from...
ReplyDeleteWould he dare pick from any other ;) I think this is quite outstanding!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting approach - it works super well in places. I am not sure fully finished, but very interesting start for sure. k.
ReplyDeleteThis is seriously cool!
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