blackkey76: I could have done a lot worst than sit In Skid Row drinkin wine To know that nothing rea
blackkey76: I could have done a lot worst than sit In Skid Row drinkin wine To know that nothing really matters after all To know there’s no real difference Between the rich and the poor To know that eternity is neither drunk nor sober, to know it young and to be a poet Coulda gone into business and ranted And believed that God was concerned Instead I squatted in lonesome alleys And nobody saw me, just my bottle And what they saw of it was empty And I did it in cornfields & graveyards To know that the dead don’t make noise To know that the cornstalks talk (among One another with raspy old arms)Sitting in alleys diggin the neons And watching cathedral custodians Wring out their rags neath the church steps Sitting and drinking wine And in railyards being divine To be a millionaire & yet prefer Curlin up with a poorboy of tokay In a warehouse door, facing long sunsets On railroad fields of grass To know that the sleepers in the river Are dreaming vain dreams, to squat In the night and know it well To be dark solitary eye-nerve watcher Of the world’s whirling diamond~ Jack Kerouac -- source link