Bus East
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5 years ago - other furies other losses -America's trying to control the uncontrollable Forest fires,
The essential smile In the essential sleep Of the children Of the essential mindI'm all thru playing the American Now I'm going to live a good quiet
The world should be built for foot
Oily rivers Of spiney Nevady I am Jake Cake Rake Write like
The horse is not pleased Sight of hisgorgeous finery in the dust Its silken nostrils did
Cats arent kind Kiddies anent
April in Nevada - Investigating Dismal Cheyenne Where the war parties In fields of straw Aimed over oxen At Indian Chiefs In wild headdress Pouring thru the gap In Wyoming plain To make the settlers Eat more dust than dust was eaten In the States From East at Seacoast Where wagons made up To dreadful Plains Of clazer
Saltry settlers Anxious to masturbate The Mongol Sea (I'm too tired in Cheyenne - No sleep in 4 nights now, & 2 to go) Poem written on a bus April 1954 from S.
F. to New York
Jack Kerouac
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Hitchhiker
Tryna get to sunny Californy -Boom It's the awful raincoatmaking me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs - my mud packs - „Look John, a hitchh...
Nebraska
April doesnt hurt Like it does in New England The Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming Live for survival, not for kicksBe a bangtail describer, like of shrouded traveler in Textile tenemen...
Haiku The low yellow
The low yellow moon above Quiet lamplit house
241st Chorus
And how sweet a story it When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,
