It’s all the same to me.
The radio I dont wanta hear
And cant have to hear
Plays one thing and another
Of great Sarah Vag
but no I stop
and grasp
and I forget
that it’s my own fault
See how you do it?
And having grasped
go on singing
because I wouldn’t
be writing these poems
if I didnt know
That I grasp I sing
I’ve had times of no-singing,
they were the same
Music is noise, Poetry dirt
118th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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