So many people thought
they knew Jack
I looked for peace and God
My brother and even sought me
I wrote a book; some called it
typing. Carr and car were different
I was a genius, a swine
a scumbag, a sexist, a visionary
I thought I loved football but not
the academics and coaches that tagged along
I ended up in Florida
but not for the sun
I still savor the malt, the grape, especially
the tequila but I'm here to rest my liver
I used to speak volumes, travel, never
drive. Gregarious yet alone
there were days and nights in clubs
bars, diners, and booths
What would my mother, a saint,
really think and say...
Because I knew of murder and
was forced to go to court
Who are you and whom do you know?
I'm a genius, a scumbag, a swine
I'll use my last, very last, words to say
"I want a hot dog! " because it would be divine
THERE is no wonder so many read you mostly poets read r few i liked your firstest poem i'd ever read the broken leg well done you do Canada proud that to the whole world shall I say it aloud congrats of you we all are proud
Thank you so much, Geeta. I agree with you. And without that virtue, there tends to be very little gratitude. Thanks again.
To find the sacred in the mundane is not an easy virtue. I am specially calling it a virtue because only a very few can perceive divinity in every little object of this world. Remarkable set of couplets inspired by Jack and Richard. " A perfect slice of the finest apple pie" ........Indeed! ............ :) 10
Jack Kerouac probably was all of the above honest and yet undesirable traits. But his mother was a saint, and she never kept from praying for her prodigal son! Excellent poem!
well written; specially the very last two couplets- excellent poetic expression about life and its eulogy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You captured the essence of Kerouac to a big fat T/ Richard would be pleased also Bravo! BrAvo! Encore! Encore! Encore! Bravo!