Jack Kerouac

—Why kneel?

tell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the wallet,Gleefully he Whistled theperfecthornAnyhow, made no difference.Charley Parker, forgive me-Forgive me for not answering your eyes-For not having made in indicationOf that which you can devise-Charley Parker, pray for me-Pray for me and everybodyIn the Nirvanas of your…

—Rainy dawn.

Is the same as no-ButteAll one lightOld Rough RoadsOne High IronMainwayDenver is the same‘The guy I was with his uncle wasthe govornor of Wyoming’‘Course he paid me back’Ten DaysTwo WeeksStock and Joint‘Was an old crook anyway’The same voice on the same shipThe Supreme VehicleS.S. ExcaliburMaynardMainlineMountainM erudvhagaMersion of Missy

Turns in the void expelling human beings,Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roanRacinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,Murderous attacking dog-armiesOf Africa, Rhinos roaming in thejungle,Vast boars and huge gigantic bullElephants, rams, eagles, condors,Pones and Porcupines and Pills-All the endless conception of livingbeingsGnashing everywhere in ConsciousnessThroughout the ten directions of spaceOccupying all…

I dont want to hurt her-Of all people to hurt.Every time I see hershe’s grown olderBut her uniform alwaysamazes meFor its Dutch simplicityAnd the Doll she is,The doll-like wayshe standsBowlegged in my dreams,Waiting to serve me.And I am only an ApacheSmoking HashiIn old CabashyBy the Lamp.

Is not WorriedHe knows his KarmaIs not buriedBut his Karma,Unknown to him,May end –Which is NirvanaWild MenWho KillHave KarmasOf illGood MenWho LoveHave KarmasOf doveSnakes are Poor Denizens of HellHave come surreptitioningThrough the tall grassTo face the pool of clear frogs