waits, bukowski, kerouac, eliot

poetry

in the thorn valley where
the trees are made of needles
and the rivers are made of
fire i saw a man walk once
without breaking his stride
humming a tune something about
the blues

the

blues

got him through the valley
and i thought to myself that
i would one day endeavour
through said valley and maybe
sing a tune but i figured
i’d have to put it off ’till
i found a suitable song
to sing

9 thoughts on “waits, bukowski, kerouac, eliot

  1. This is great! As for your playlist you may want to consider a Hugo race and the true spirit’s song: into the void.

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