Sal and Dean

lying in bed with Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty in my hands…listening to whispers…tales of madness…plotting the next move…

jazz riffs drift from a page…the story of America told…these myths revealed… romantic and pragmatic…if there’s a way it’d be bottled and sold…

beats in Chicago…San Fran…Denver crazy Denver…roaming Iowa fields of gold…bellies whining… throats dry…looking…always looking…in search of truths…

where is that American beauty…of Whitman…Thoreau…Kerouac…tran-scendental blues and beat driven words wandering page after page after page…weeping…laughing…drinking …fucking…making America great again…
only on shelves…only on shelves…rarely experienced these days…romance is gone…tis gone…

lying in bed with Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty in my hands…listening to whispers…tales of madness…plotting the next move…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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