hey Jack now for the tricky part when you were the brightest star who were the shadows? of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days

hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dare…

trouble me disturb me with all your cares and you worries trouble me on the days when you feel spent

talk, talk, talk about it you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share

Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!

But Argos can do without the house of Atreus. Ancient houses are not eternal.

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the…