The Bowery
The story of man
makes me sick
inside, outside,
I don't know why
something so conditional
and all talk
should hurt me so.
I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don't know
where to turn
in the Void
and when
to cut
out.
Jack Kerouac "Bowery blues"
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