To Jack Kerouac In The Rain


Are you listening, Jack?

it’s raining
and the colorado river toads are crying
WAWK WAWK WAWK
they have until morning
to find a mate
copulate
lay eggs
and crawl
back in the mud
and lie there until the next
rain lying
here in my camper in the dark I see
the long curve
of all your raw land between
the oceans hear
your raw cry 1958 reading
with Steve Allen playing piano
reading
Haiku with sax 2004
on CD in an apartment where I
unfixable
was sent to fix
the fridge
WAWK WAWK WAWK
the words burned
exploded tiny
blue flames
just like fourth of July
just like you wanted
Mr. Studyin Hobo
searching for God like Rousseau
Einstein
Buddah miserable
excuses for the father you
never knew
told your lover to
abort your daughter
and abandoned her
after she was born so you could be
the child could
go on seeking
god in
you you
WAWK WAWK WAWK
in EXCELSIS DAY-O she
killed herself
Jack was it worth
all the pain you (were and)
left behind to
ripple back out into
the universe you
poor little lonely only
droolin old alchy
child
wandering mama’s
boy buddhist
catholic same
aspirations
contradictions
weaknesses
I are and face
or don’t but no
man it wasn’t
WORTH
it worth
doesn’t even
apply we all just suffer
the consequences
of our actions we all just
like you so
beautiful and shitty in the same
death
breath but thanks
anyway for being so
WAWK WAWK WAWK damn
you I miss
you even your
selfishness was so innocent so
fucking lost & naked out there
in the storm like Lear like fear
in last lost drunken
medley of misery still
trying to touch
the world