Kerouac Lives - 252 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 252
Rating: ★5.0
I can't sleep day or night
Dreams are always nightmares
Doves transforming to hawks
Make my life for such prey
Thursday, May 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,sleep
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8/28/2026 2:48:20 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You capture a certain restlessness here, Richard, that just may have been the underlying drive in Kerouac's psyche....that element that kept him forever on the road.
Your assessment is dead on, M.J.! Kerouac was a very restless spirit who benefited from his travails on the road.