I was going through a notebook I used for my first sem in college, and found something I'd written there around this summer. Something I scribbled down after reading On The Road, and parts of William S. Burroughs stuff at the library, like Interzone, Queer and Junkie. Speaking of which, I saw a copy of The Naked Lunch at Odyssey for just 200 bucks, I should get it! Anyway, yeah. I tried writing something spontaneously like how Kerouac would have suggested, and mixed it up a bit like Burrough's cut up stuff. It was half finished (as usual), but I wrote a second half yesterday. I don't know what to do with it from here, I'll post it anyway. Here goes.
I'm a pair
of eyes
A voyeur
Vicarious scavenging
Rrrt rrrt
I lap it all up
Washing it down with beer
- Changes of scenery
- There are more
things
In this land
Than are written of
in your travel guides
- Neurotic second guessing,
A turning missed?
I'm a pair
of eyes
A voyeur.
I'm a pair
of ears
Eavesdropping
Taking in sound and rhythm
Bop bop
Like a long blues jam
Tap my feet, keep in time
- Some syncopation now
Counting in, with
a son clave
Ba ba ba, ba ba
Superimposed with your
own grooves and opinions
- Neurotic second guessing,
A drum roll missed?
I'm a pair
of ears
Eavesdropping.
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of eyes
A voyeur
Vicarious scavenging
Rrrt rrrt
I lap it all up
Washing it down with beer
- Changes of scenery
- There are more
things
In this land
Than are written of
in your travel guides
- Neurotic second guessing,
A turning missed?
I'm a pair
of eyes
A voyeur.
I'm a pair
of ears
Eavesdropping
Taking in sound and rhythm
Bop bop
Like a long blues jam
Tap my feet, keep in time
- Some syncopation now
Counting in, with
a son clave
Ba ba ba, ba ba
Superimposed with your
own grooves and opinions
- Neurotic second guessing,
A drum roll missed?
I'm a pair
of ears
Eavesdropping.
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