I am tired of philosophy, Tired of hearing about Buddha.

Tired of hobo stew and sterno booze.

Tired of sex and death, religion and spiritualism and the lust of the senses that can never get enough, beyond simply just a sweet taste of anything.

Pleasure is overrated , pain will hook you into truth like the ole caboose couples right into the train.

I still love the howlin’ horn, the Wolf and Muddy ‘s blues. I drew a caricature of my face on Moriarty’s boxcar door.

Put a peace sign in my head, left my consciousness dead.

I leave it all to thee Kerouac, all of it to thee!

I am free.

Poetry & music by TomSkirtic 4/12/18

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