joy
i like gary snyder's smiling face i
like that kerouac called him japhy ryder
he's my cup of tea a gnomish monk
one minute a madman the next
they're both boy/men given to larks
they do have fun and they can write
like no one else channeling that boy/man
into living childish joy and since
we can't go dancing i'm finding joy elsewhere
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-03-24 at 20:23
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