Lost Poets

Jack Kerouac wrote somewhere
America is a lonely crocashit.
I scribbled it down
And my ex-wife placed it
In Pablo Neruda’s book
Twenty Love Poems And A Song Of Despair.

I found it years after she was gone
And it made everything
Seem logical and reasonable.

But it is not just America:
Every place is afflicted
With terrible stinging tears
And loveless lives
And unfulfilled longing.

Like Kerouac, most poets
Are sad alcoholics;
Maybe everyone in the world
Is a lost poet.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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