I am fifty-two, live alone, considered some mad freak genius

In reality I am a fucked up poet

who will never come to terms with the world

No matter how beautiful the flowers grow

No matter how children smile

No matter how blue is the bluest sky…

Tomorrow is never better

— from “Chasing Kerouac’s Shadow,” Jack Micheline (via fuckyeahbeatniks)
48 ♥ / 26 February, 2012 / Source: fuckyeahbeatniks
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