Brain vomit (4)

Brain vomit (4)

A Poem by Cricket

 

 

i find that i'm really quite sick of boring people.

they piss me off.

kerouac's people are my own; they flare with a desperate throb

fighting loving living f*****g every damning step of the way

    and i love them for it;      sunbursting energy.

sit me in the 'lectric chair, flip the switch

the burn doesn't come close

to that of my belovèd devils.

© 2008 Cricket


Author's Note

Cricket
not much to say; be gracious as always.

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your title is apt

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Shangri-La, Nepal



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