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Never alone in honest words.
immaterial sensations warding
inexistent demons
it's always for love, not money
Only a woman brings the bled dry
ache of warm empty nights to mind.


Praise the petrol of my American veins.
Praise Detroit engineering for my means;
Praise the woman of my teary motivation
and praise ol' Jack
for the heart to say all's O.K.


I write fine words
withou' wanting to
it's how it works
from a silent mouth
and lost chaotic mind.


I left home a boy,
returned as cancerous
alcoholic
Only in America is this worshipped.
©2008-2009 =depravedwino
:icondepravedwino:

Author's Comments

Growing up I have read way too much Kerouac. On many levels the effect has been long lasting, as witnessed here. Not under the impression these ramblings are any good - just something, in general.

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:iconfroggyswamp:
Fantastic!

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"As bad as I am, I'm proud of the fact, that I'm worse than I seem." -Ani DiFranco
:icondepravedwino:
:D Thank you, for both the comment and :+fav:

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