Jack Kerouac

(12 March 1922 - 21 October 1969 / Lowell, Massachusetts)

On Tears - Poem by Jack Kerouac

Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012



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