onetwothreefour
Bluelight Crew
in the past passion wasn't strange,
and a poet was just one who
whiteloved life
white-----spaceand;
whitelived life
white-----spaceand;
whitedug life
white-----spaceand he;
swung with life from the rafters one
crazy acrobat in the circus, the world
cackling with glee or steaming with
furious outrage at the injustices
that sought to cage him in orchestral
anger at a world he only wanted to
white-----spacesee;
but he wrote and he wandered and he
wondered, and eventually he came to
this place - unhappy still -
but thinking and feeling, full of
white-----spacejoy;
...and his glory at its sight
was just what he'd been seeking.
--
i've been reading lots of ginsberg and kerouac lately
and a poet was just one who
whiteloved life
white-----spaceand;
whitelived life
white-----spaceand;
whitedug life
white-----spaceand he;
swung with life from the rafters one
crazy acrobat in the circus, the world
cackling with glee or steaming with
furious outrage at the injustices
that sought to cage him in orchestral
anger at a world he only wanted to
white-----spacesee;
but he wrote and he wandered and he
wondered, and eventually he came to
this place - unhappy still -
but thinking and feeling, full of
white-----spacejoy;
...and his glory at its sight
was just what he'd been seeking.
--
i've been reading lots of ginsberg and kerouac lately

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