Jack Kerouac


‘Tryna get to sunny Californy’ –
Boom. It’s the awful raincoat
making 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 hitchhiker’
‘He looks like he’s got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat’
‘Look Fred, that man by the road’ Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine‘ –
‘You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots’

Jack Kerouac

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2 Responses to Jack Kerouac

  1. John DiFusco says:

    Been “Waiting for Jack” to get to the juice bar. thannks LK.

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