and when they saw me
rowin my sailin canoe
across the lake of dreams
in the lotus valley swamp,
and arrested me
for the size
of my heart,
t's' then i decided
'don't come back'
they'll eat your heart alive
every time.
but there's more blood
i shed
outa my pumpin heart
at teotihuacan
and everywhere else
including turban block,
lookout, ork-
i got more water
pissed in the ocean
as a sailor of the several
seas
than sallow's
aphorism
will allow
-jack kerouac
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