| Title: | Visions for Jack Kerouac |
| Posted On: | 2009-02-11 22:36:38 |
jack! where’s your box?
Jean-Talon?
where the cheap coloured suits say hey bella,
come amo?
you call your father?
& i say that’s none of your business, okay?
but sure,
money maker – knee breaker,
got a dollar to spare?
got a phone to use?
got a number to score?
got a box to build?
a shoe box? for a poet-man,
he’s dead but his mad creations shouldn’t be exposed to light
&
need to chant
&
smile
&
maybe play banjo & never die?
