beatnik poem

(you don’t need bongos, but it helps)

got my hat on backwards

i look so cool

howling at the moon cuz it’s so full

learning from the elders

and skyping overseas

laughter is life’s little secret, death it’s mystery

wisdom says i’m nothing

love says i’m all

gotta rise before you fall

sometimes the longest journey

is between the head and the heart

sometimes you end up where you start

for wes, 2012 may 5-6

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