HALF ASS KEROUAC SIPPING ABSINTHE

 

 

And postulating

on poetry

and wondering if

the inspiration

can be found in mown grass

and dry summer nights

 

as the beer

is no longer

enough

to fire my soul

 

a green fairie is beckoned

with a belief

in transcendence

or at least

a serious buzz

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

musings from the late 90's after trips to Prague allowed for smuggled absinthe to be enjoyed in the Philly suburbs.

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Utilizing this comment to

Utilizing this comment to officially declare myself a fan of your poetry. 


bananas are the perfect food

for prostitues

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I thank you kindly.  I am

I thank you kindly.  I am glad you like my material. It makes me think that maybe I haven't been wasting my time these past 40 years.