Jack Kerouac wrote somewhere <br />America is a lonely crocashit. <br />I scribbled it down <br />And my ex-wife placed it <br />In Pablo Neruda’s book <br />Twenty Love Poems And A Song Of Despair. <br /> <br />I found it years after she was gone <br />And it made everything <br />Seem logical and reasonable. <br /> <br />But it is not just America: <br />Every place is afflicted <br />With terrible stinging tears <br />And loveless lives <br />And unfulfilled longing. <br /> <br />Like Kerouac, most poets <br />Are sad alcoholics; <br />Maybe everyone in the world <br />Is a lost poet.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-poets/
