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Jack Micheline November 6th 1929 - February 27th 1998
CHASING
JACK KEROUAC'S SHADOW The
alabaster city gleams in the sunlight I
am on a bus going to Santa Rosa Away
from the stinking hotel They
tell me I am famous, like the Jerome cookies Streets,
poems, nuthouses, jails, paintings, con men and time My
twenty years of poems and paintings stored
away in houses and cellars relentless
with anger and love I
ponder at life and the world around me The
bus speeds on the highway going sixty I
am fifty-two, live alone, considered some mad freak genius In
reality I am a fucked up poet who
will never come to terms with the world No
matter how beautiful the flowers grow No
matter how children smile No
matter who blue is the bluest sky The
harsh realities of life, that life is mostly a put up job The
genius rain avoids us The
lone solitary soul that does her beautiful dance for
all to see I
seek the genuine leaf blowing in the wind The
real person tapping a song whose melody flows
through rivers and time The
image that dances with stars The
sun that melts anger and harassment Years
spent begging and hustling Carrying
paintings on buses Carrying
mattresses through streets Evictions,
lost loves, hangovers, rheumatism, hemorrhoids For
a muse that rarely pays off I
must be mad, bewitched like a lost gambler Down
to my last bet with no carfare or candy I
am not subtle or charming
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