Kerouac

1959, San Francisco  
A part of my soul lies here  
in my mind i can no longer be truly sure  
At the height of the beat generation scene  
It’s you, Ginsberg and other faces  
But I am not there  
Why?    
   
The sun had browned us  
a golden complexion  
and the rain scarred us  
writing words to dangerous to publish  
to perfect to write.  
together we turned the oncoming darkness  
into perfect light.  
   
We could see from the rusted  
bench in height-ash bury  
that a change was coming  
the horizon burned  
with a kinetic energy  
as we the youth  
in all our splendor  
became energized as one.  
   
And now its 55 years later  
and my country's  
run by cock juggling,    
thunder-cunts  
I stand alone  
inspired by your words  
and still preying for that  
amazing energy    
to visit us once again.  
   
A change is coming....I can taste it!!