SCATTERED POEM
THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT INTEREST ME ARE THE MAD ONES
Picked up Kerouac from the shelf yellowed
worn Inscription inside cover: Scattered
Poems To You From a Scattered Person
I am filled with scorn & curiosity O Scattered Person why didn’t you keep him?
Neat little letters all lined up in neat
little rows Some beatnik ho? Or
usedbook graffiti Dunno –
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Winter 2013 Kerouac On The Road & Scattered Poems 1945-1969
