Not long

A scholar made a bomb but it’s water
under the bridge, under the rug
left in Kerouac’s bedroom
where he slaps himself after drinking rum
asleep or close to it next to me
where he touches bathwater before it’s too cold
to even dream of, to even behold
in his arms and his legs and his middle

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~ by Jeremy on May 21, 2009.

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