nipples, Ribs I touched w/ my thumb are ash
mouth my tongue touched once or twice all ash
bony cheeks soft on my belly are cinder, ash
earlobes & eyelids, youthful cock tip, curly pubis
breast warmth, man palm, high school thigh,
baseball bicept arm, asshole anneal'd to silken skin
all ashes, all ashes again.
August 1968
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I read all the Beat's some years ago and I love this poem. If you read enough Kerouac you'll begin to feel like you know Neal Cassady. His book, "The First Third" reminds me of William Kennedy's "Ironweed" in its portrayal of the underbelly of America
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