Incognito Soand so
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Awkward Yellow Glances
The awkward yellow glances of a beat poet,
The trickle of a Solitary Man,
A Solitary Step,
A Solitary Sound.
Fighting the consumption of a million people,
Of bullshit and garbage
Like predators they prey.
Where are you now Neal Cassady?
The trickle of him
Like a faucet that leaks;
old and beat,
drips slower, and slower.
Though so long as I breathe
Never to cease.
Let us dream of a thousand and more heartbeats
To Bring immortality to your soul!
An awkward, but never dull life
among the stagnant so ...