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Jack Kerouac

Poems

Alice Weaver Mar 2012
Jack Kerouac made my momma hitch

down the west coast from Seattle to

Albaquerque in the 1970s but she

never made it to Mexico

Jack Kerouac made my dadda struggle

through an English major only to dig

ditches and deliver mail twenty years later

Jack Kerouac made me who I am today

a Dharma *** looking for any highway

outta here to Frisco to New York City to

subsist solely on coffee and searching for

Nirvana and being forever unsatisfied

with the name I was chained to at

birth people ought to choose their own

Jack Kerouac made who I am tomorrow

completely impossible to discern but he

filled me with blank paper and handed

me a pen and Thoreau the great

Transcendentalist made me write in

the dark but Jack Kerouac made me

transcend the ******* and write

for nothing for Buddha for smoky

haze for the turtle that walks with

the world on its back I may now

never stop looking for me in the

streets of Denver to ask me where

I would be without Jack Kerouac
Spenser Bennett  Mar 2016
Kerouac
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
She's aimless but she's right on target
Hits you right where the heart is
Cuz she's been around the world and back
She's blameless but she gives me heart attacks
Yeah yeah she's so Kerouac

Told me to take it all and go
Blaze a trail few would ever know
Well I lost my head instead on the edge of existence
I said, "Cut me some slack", and turned right back, she just stood there singin' "You're no Kerouac"

Walking on water wasn't built in a day
The life we're living is nothing but a daze
One mad dream is all it takes
To see that we are one with everything

Yeah, yeah, she's so Kerouac,
Ramblin through the world,
She's seen it all, the town and city
She's just a vagabond girl, spiritual monstrosity, like Neal Cassady, she gave her life to Jack

I was born to be a hero or nothin,
Knew my time was coming
To an end, I went away
In search of better days,
I stared at mountains for months and months, though they never changed, I couldn't stay the same. I am just matter bound by time and space, I saw the end of god, she took his place


Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so Kerouac.
Pale cardiac rhythm, stood still
Frail insomniac prison, quietly shrill
Yeah, yeah, babe, you're so Kerouac
David boyer Jul 2018
A letter to Jack Kerouac

Dam you Jack you're the reason I want to hit the road.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I hang out in counter bars Coffee shops dark alleys writing ***** poetry.

Dam you Jack you're the reason I daydream at night of hitchhiking and train hoping.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I'm addicted strawberry pie ale mod and coffee at road side dinners.

Dam you Jack you're l the reason take sleeping pills drink whiskey and get high on your Mexican blues.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I meditate to Buddha pray to Jesus ware a prayer Mala and St. Christopher medal.

Dam it Jack you're the reason I climb mountains eat Hershey bars with nuts and Hoot and holler naked in the woods.

Hay Kerouac you're the reason I hear Dean whispering. Yes! Yes!  In my ear as I speed down dark dirt roads with my head Lights out.

Dam it Jack you're the reason I’m a freak a geek a tweak a sinner a saint and been on every woman I meets dinner plate.

Hay Kerouac you gave reason to all life's seasons and Treasons
as I go down that road and think of you.

Jack Kerouac the father we never found.