Masturbating While Reading On The Road

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -Kerouac

My socks laid wrinkled by my toes.
And someday,
I knew-We would share those wrinkles.

But aware of caustic age.
The smell of detergent from the backseat.
And I thought
“Not today, no.”

Diet Mt. Dew.
Tap water fountain joy.
Strange noises birds make
While hopping atop leaves in the dark.

All those kids.
God Bless Em’
Who have eyes bigger than their souls.
Promising to Kerouac incarnate:
“I’ll get out there!”

Only to realize
It’s fucking lonely.

Out here,
In the abyss.
Dementia is an everyday practice.

A person must wear their eyelids
Like safety-pins.

Stare off into the nothing
And call it home.

And still be grateful!
When garbage smells like dinner.
When cliches are a headache.
When gold is a quarter found under the seat
That can buy Ramen.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(There’s that life sigh
The kinda sigh
That’s orgasmic)

It’s all worth it.
Somehow?
Just to say…
“Yeah, I’ve been there.”

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