a threadbare universe
those all-night drives
with dead sleep friends
winding through the adirondacks
like something about this mattered
just kids, no money, no concept
Jb wanted to be kerouac
that was simple enough
with dead sleep friends
winding through the adirondacks
like something about this mattered
just kids, no money, no concept
Jb wanted to be kerouac
that was simple enough
I wheeled around lake champlain
after six am, sun cleared horizon
blind from my rearview
breathless, I park middle
of sleepy sunday July street
bathed in sunrise
I walk to the water
dumb stare, completely alone
after six am, sun cleared horizon
blind from my rearview
breathless, I park middle
of sleepy sunday July street
bathed in sunrise
I walk to the water
dumb stare, completely alone
it’s the first moment the
universe
seems threadbare, no depth
no complex lives, just a moment
a breath drawn, held and exhaled
just a moment, overwhelming
where everything is
seems threadbare, no depth
no complex lives, just a moment
a breath drawn, held and exhaled
just a moment, overwhelming
where everything is
when this short life of
trouble
when this long walk through time ends
when the corporeal self is ash
my friends, please take the box
what’s left of me, back to that shore
on some july morning
do your best to celebrate
as the sun comes up
what we built
what we shared
those little moments
when our lives are not
a careening desperate shock
but instead the moments when there is little
close to nothing
only a series of atoms, particles
simple and alone
lost in a threadbare universe
when this long walk through time ends
when the corporeal self is ash
my friends, please take the box
what’s left of me, back to that shore
on some july morning
do your best to celebrate
as the sun comes up
what we built
what we shared
those little moments
when our lives are not
a careening desperate shock
but instead the moments when there is little
close to nothing
only a series of atoms, particles
simple and alone
lost in a threadbare universe
--Jack Kerouac
