Mexico City Blues. Jack Kerouac
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Mississippi River, Chicago,
the Great Lakes –
The Small Rivers like Indiana,
the Big Ones
Like Amazon.
Joliet flew.
Alma, the River of Snowy Love
– Amida, of Brightest
Perfect
Compassion
The Tamiyani Trail across
the Everglades –
Ai la ra la
la rai la ra –
Singing breasts of women
of earth receiving
Juicy Rivers – red earth
9th Chorus
We’re all taking short cut
Through Death Valley
The Volcanic Mountains
And the Lizard Ice
And the Lice of Sand
– Lhasas of Weedblack
Cock Rock Philtrite –
Redwoods so Huge
They climb passes by God –
The Giant Angels
In the Washington D C Blue Sky
– – The Heroines of Cathedral
Fellaheen Mexico –
Commenting on the Great Cities
of the World,
The Blue Marvel of New Orleans
(land a swamps)
Ingers had done windows
with penal Australia
too – pear Attantisatasa
the Central Essential
Indy Portuga
coit
10th Chorus
The great hanging weak teat of India
on the map
The Fingernail of Malaya
The Wall of China
The Korea Ti-Pousse Thumb
The Salamander Japan
the Okinawa Moon Spot
The Pacific
The Back of Hawaiian Mountains
coconuts
Kines, balconies, Ah Tarzan –
And D W Griffith
the great American Director
Strolling down disgruntled
Hollywood Lane
– to toot Nebraska,
Indian Village New York,
Atlantis, Rome,
Peleus and Melisander,
And
swans of Balls
Spots of foam on the ocean
11th Chorus
Brown wrote a book called
The White and the Black
N a r c o t i c C i t y
switchin on
Anger Falls –
(musician stops,
brooding on bandstand)
12th Chorus
Indian songs in Mexico
(the Folk Chanties of Children
at dusk jumprope –
at Saturday Night power failure –)
are like the little French Canuckian
songs my mother sings –
Indian Roundelays –
Row Canoe –
Ma ta wacka
Johnny Picotee
Wish-tee
Wish-tee
Negwayable
Tamayara
Para ya
Aztec squeaks
(ONLY THE MOTHERS ARE HAPPY)
13th Chorus
I caught a cold
From the sun
When they tore my heart out
At the top of the pyramid
O the ruttle tooty blooty
windowpoopies
of Fellah Ack Ack
Town that russet noon
when priests dared
to lick their lips
over my thumping meat
heart –
the Sacrilegious beasts
Ate me 10,000 million