Endless/Useless Poem by Tim Cronin

Endless/Useless



'Poetry is one's telling of experience through perception'
-Shane Mullen


Haha my notebook was on the step-
In the stock room, upstairs, in my homeless bag...

Jack, did you lose
The Muse
At four twenty six near the shores of sober?
Well I haven't had a kiss
Since two years this
Past October

Haha where the hell's my notebook?
Oh, over on the step, useless as a metaphor

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Jack=Kerouac and the lead quote might be Shane Mulligan, his drunken alter ego, I was pretty hammered myself so we can never be sure
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