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
I am deeply humbled and greatly honoured that you have been inspired by my Kerouac Project. M.J., it would not have been possible without you and Daniel. You have done a truly remarkable job with this poem. You have really captured the essence of Kerouac. Both the last line of your poem and your notes are priceless! You have captured Kerouac's humour through your own humour. The entire poem is one that Kerouac would have truly appreciated. And one that I truly love!