Kerouac Lives - 183 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 183
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Couldn't dress in doomed morning
The sun blinding memory
Of last night's goddamn disgust
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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8/29/2026 2:04:37 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You suggest tsomething very profound here, Richard. I don't think Kerouac was in any way capable of covering himself up, metaphorically or literally. The need to do so during daylight was most acute, at the times his will and abilities were most compromised. Great verse, Richard!