A poem I wrote about the Beats Generation, if you've seen the movie Kill Your darlings then you'll be more familiar with the characters. This is kind of from Allen Ginsberg's perspective on Lucien Carr (Boy Blue) and Jack Kerouac (Dipsomaniac Angel). Please review.

let's die with no faith.

The dream is still alive. One last time.

some nice words

"The world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it," said Jack Kerouac. The objective reality of scientific fact and observation means nothing to a woman who has seen and discovered worlds beyond the so-called truth as she immerses herself in a man and the music of the Beat generation. Oneshot.