Neverland in ash

missing the rails
days when i
railed and rallied
ranted and raged
clack clack wandered
the world
living off a salt lick of
Kerouac
and a bottle of Gin
greatness and madness
vomited up
in a Moriartyesque monologue
understood only by
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
but my boxcar stopped rolling
my vagabond tribe
of hobos and hookers
disbanded into the real
leaving me immobile
isolated
silent
with my oil drum fire
burning up
the pages and rages
of a million stories
never told
a thousand books
never written
and Neverland left
in the ash