Tuesday, May 15, 2012

And it was sweet to the taste

It was coming down
O Saroyan! Ah Blake!
but too late to save the
anyone, writing on the temple
walls, not like before--I'm carving up
with my fingernails (bleeding/breaking) the bland, the
homogenized new american thought, illustrating
the spectacular book cover forcing you to buy,
consume, believe, bless,
It was coming a grand joke,
Kerouac Aw! Hemingway BLAM!
I'll follow to the grave,
I'll sacrifice my fame.

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