AMERICA IS THE LAND OF ...
OF FREE JAZZ AND STRIKERS
AND THE DESPERATE NEED
FOR A LIVING WAGE AND
HEALTH CARE FOR ALL
It's like free jazz.
No more nothing.
Down with death.
Go cat go.
It's a perfect nothing.
It's nowhere.
Everything is empty.
America needs
a shovel to dig holes.
America needs
a smoke.
No one's got a match.
Everyone's on strike.
The wages of sin
is death. The wages.
The sin.
America grab
grab a backpack.
Walk the highway.
Walk to where
there is no highway.
Rain on
the lonesome.
Make it now.
Make it a perfect
emptiness.
Like Jack.
Jack Kerouac.
Down with death.
It's perfect.
Let's ride.
Labels: Beat poetry, Beats, Inspired by Jack Kerouac, Johnny Depp [Reading Jack Kerouac], Kerouac, Kerouac [Jack]. Jack Kerouac
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