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Poem #3

December 28, 2009
By groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;The only people for me are<br /> the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be<br /> saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn<br /> or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow<br /> roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle<br /> you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes &quot;Awww!&rdquo;-Jack Kerouac


Oh you, oh man, don’t be like that!
Maybe on a more important journey
With a fellow Bodhisattva
Or maybe on a lonely search
You’ll find it, the meaning.
Well, which is it, goshdarnit!

That’s a lot like the early days
Of the Crusades.
Well, from the look of things,
He’s still far away.

All under the ice-cold stars
We’ll stop a minute here.
What does it mean that those trees
And mountains out there are not magic
But real?


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