Kerouac Bum
Will I make it in this slum?
What am I pretending to be?
Nobody can see me
I stand undressed
My relationship is a mess
Looking for the courage to be exposed
This direction will have to do I suppose
Vulnerable soon-to-be road carcass
No shining armor to stop the bus
Van Gogh had the guts to cut off his ear
What will I do in this new year?
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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