Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Sal Paradise and That Time I Met Kerouac

Sal Paradise


Traveler, teller of tales, follower of braver men.

Deep or mulling or perhaps stoic?


And eyes wide open and

Two dollars in his pocket going

Wherever whenever wind blow wind blow

And I,

Sit and read his account.

And think to myself,

"You worldly bastard. And brave. Or, well, I don't much know."


Sal. God damn to be you...

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