Lay for the Day21st
Jack Kerouac died on this day in 1969.
section from the second part of Eye City:
that deep-throated American taste
For surfeit, waste and self-destruction,
For the sun like a pizza setting
Behind the industrial thicket
And night-purée roiling on the sea.
The pioneers heart burst
Whose ash in lines the backward breeze makes
Waver on the page of a novel
And soles crunch on the lakeside cinder path;
Whose heat goes nowhere, whose light goes home.
No sky-blue-pink berry tops
The bush is clogged with man-size tissue.
If Huck Finn had lived hed have taught us
The worth of an elders crown, downcast.
from Eye City
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