(thanks, Jack Kerouac, for putting things stupidly well.)
dark glasses, do I have to sneer
at everyone who doesn't love
the things I love: the Wayfarers
and I, do we all have to be one throng
leaning forward to our next
crazy venture
under the stars? Do I have to catch
every reference? Can I live
a sweet, solitary life
where I don't always burn,burn,burn: only
occasionally? I know They won't
call it genius, but I also know
I'm called (yes, GodAlmighty
Splitter-of-Destiny, he told me) to
live a steady glow.
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