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(Photo above: Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, Barbara Rubin, Bob Dylan, and Daniel Kramer backstage at McCarter Theater, in Princeton, New Jersey, September, 1964.)
Part One of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road divides into chapters, chapters divide into paragraphs, paragraphs divide into sentences, and sentences divide into words. By Stefanie Posavec (via.)
The moon had
a cat’s mustache
For a second
In my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly
has died of old age.
The bottoms of my shoes
are wet
from walking in the rain
Those birds sitting
out there on the fence -
They’re all going to die.
All day long
wearing a hat
that wasn’t on my head.
Drunk as a hoot owl,
writing letters
by thunderstorm.
Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
Nightfall,
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.
Early morning yellow flowers,
thinking about
the drunkards of Mexico.
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