Kerouac Lives - 13 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 13
Morning soaked in pain
From last night's disdain
Crying out My Lord
Satan's at the door
When one calls "My Lord", satan appears! What a write!
My poet friend, Kerouac was a highly spiritual human being. He took Jesus and Satan very seriously. I'm very happy that you fully grasped this poem and gave it top marks. Greatly appreciated!
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8/28/2026 7:24:46 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Very Beautifully sad like Kerouac's life Bravo! ! ! !
His life was indeed sad, but out of that tragically sad life came a revolution in American Literature! LeeAnn, THX so very much for your continued positive support for this series. That means a lot to me!