Kerouac Lives - 67 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 67
When he was in grave
My parents had died
Me? ...he is not dead
Can't be...he's my blood
Friday, October 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: parents
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KEROUAC LIVES series. Jack had great difficulty comprehending the concept of his brother Gerard being dead and never returning.
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