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Third Place Winner: Chelsea Comeau
THE NIGHT I DREAMED OF KEROUAC
I dreamed I rode with Kerouac
in the back of a rusted pick-up truck
drinking moonshine and smoking pot
because we were two raw beatniks
barrelling straight to the heart of a distant
Never-Neverland. He climbed inside me and
together we pounded a bongo rhythm across
the empty bowl of sky, and when the pick-up
reached a truck stop we ordered sodas and burgers
and the carbonation was like some rocky
mescaline trip that propelled us into the desert.
There were blisters on my heels that night,
warbling with familiar music,
bursting with brand new poems.
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