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by Jeph Johnson
I am a beat poet
exhausted by unending repetition
"knick-knack Kerouac"
I make sense even when I don't intend to
Sometimes I wish I wasn't a genius
How I long to be a fat, lonely loser who,
instead of sleeping,
sits up all night in an overpriced diner
and tries to write.
Instead
I am a beat poet
waiting for fame to kill me.
I make sense of what doesn't
and rhyme sometimes
instead of dying to get famous.
I am a beat poet
I'm tired of the accolades,
instead of soaking in it,
I beat them from me
I am a beat poet
Pounding words thrash
my belabored thump.
with Burroughs endurance,
through Ginsberg's lenses
and Cassady's audacity
I only need say:
"knick-knack Kerouac"
