Where Jack Fears To Tread Poem by John Zeller

OK now, lets get back to Jack Kerouac
on the road with a heavy load
between new york and mexico
then back again
for his poor old mother wants to
spend time in disney the land
where orange juice runs down her legs
No No desolation row or desolation peak
hell I don't know but japhy knows
japhy's been there before
fire watch at the gates of hell
take my soul before I sell out
to reality setting in
or sitting on my face
with no extended play in sight
of nights doused by candle light
flame flickering in the wind
highlighting her long dark hair
I'm blinded by the cherry
resting on her tongue
read her a poem
as she chokes on the stone
to late to save her
to late to send her home
set my sights on tomorrow
since I lost control of today
set my sights on Honduras
five thousand miles away
sandy beaches
dark skinned peaches
southern cross within the reaches
of arms wide open empty
making angels in the sand
take my hand as I pluck starfish
from the skies
and confuse the truth
with dreamy little lies
as tears swell
and my breathing excels
to compete with every beat
of your heart
and every beat I missed
since the first moment
your olive of a heart
sparked
I will die trying
to make a martini
for every beat of your heart
I missed...