Solomon's Kerouac

My Kerouac is a holy man who became unholy, a gorgeous Beat who became a stinkinpiss-drunk Nixonite, who lost his soul and then died early...too early. He is Paul were Paul orginally Christian and the light on the road to Damascus in fact a gaping abyss, a sheol, a samsara inescapable.

From Cool to Wack
Kerouac



Beautiful dreamer-
Desolation Angel,
By desolation ruled,
From Dharma deranged,
Onetime counterculture Appleseed,
Later Death’s Apprentice-
“No!” you say-“Yes…Indeed”

From whence to wither this I will share,
In a manner not unlike that of Kerouac,
How his heart-he would bare,
Benzedrine-fueled ramblings
Mighty epic ramblings…
Then his heart turned black.