I almost cried thinking about you.
Your soul
all the tall tales you spun
spiders dancing across the stars now
I miss you
I never knew you
I want to
so badly
it hurts
You'd hate it here
they bastardized you
sold your words for a dime
those jewels you saw in the night
rocks.
just rocks.
that is, now
Nobody wanted that fantastic ruby sky
and ****-green mossy aquamarine
now we stare at screens.
screens.
They'll kick you off the train
eye you with suspicious gaze
if they catch you all alone
spun along some interstate
We can't do what you did anymore
try as we want to.
No running from the law
or responsibility
or inevitability
or anything quite like that
and the only time i spoke to god
he told me there was places for me to see
somewhere for me to be
someone for me to meet
and i still don't know
what that means...
I didn't have no writing buddy
my buddy left for the dusty drone of Bakersfield
and now i'm all alone
Disenchanted and enthusiastic
about all the things everyone hates
and the history that keeps sifting
like sand through the lobes of my skull
Jack, come back
give me a minute or two
maybe a vision of my wildest dreams
I'd love so much to talk to you
I keep dreaming and seeing the beauty that lies in the center of the
Tao, that long winding tao
of ancient street
with no shoes worn here in San Francisco
that imaginary terminus you dreamed
not here, silly me.
I started here
you wound your end through here
I don't know what mine'll be
Not a hemorrhage
maybe
of the brain
since that's where my troubles lie
or my prostate,
since that's where my vision lies
yours was the stomach
that great trust in gut
it let you down
and lifted you up
God didn't give me that at all
he gave it to you
oh how freeing that must have felt
to know
truly
A man like Kerouac comes once in a hundred years. that poor tortured soul-- what I wouldn't give to get to know.
