Mexico City Blues. Jack Kerouac

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& I came back

      Spitting Pulque

      in Borracho

      Ork

      Saloons

      of old Sour Azteca

      Askin for more

      I popped outa Popocatapetl’s

      Hungry mouth

       14th Chorus

      And when they saw me

      Rowin my sailin canoe

      Across the lake of dreams

      In the Lotus Valley Swamp,

      And arrested me

      For the size

      Of my heart,

      T’s’ then I decided

      ‘Don’t Come Back’

      They’ll eat your heart alive

      Every time.

      But there’s more blood

      I shed

      Outa my pumpin heart

      At Teotihuacan

      And everywhere else

      Including Turban Block,

      Lookout, Ork –

      I got more water

      Pissed in the Ocean

      As a sailor of the several

      seas

      Than Sallow’s

      Aphorism

      will allow

       15th Chorus

      Meaning –

      I’m just an old calvert

      cross

      dead of die pork

      I believe in the sweetness

      of Jesus

      And Buddha –

      I believe

      In St.Francis,

      Avaloki

      Tesvara,

      the Saints

      Of First Century

      India A D

      And Scholars

      Santivedan

      And Otherwise

      Santayanan

      Everywhere

       16th Chorus

      Santayana meaning,

      holy vehicle,

      Uno –

      One Cross

      One Way

      One Cave inward

      down

      to

      moon

      Shining essences

      of universes of stars

      disseminated into powder

      and dust –

      blazing

      in the dynamo

      of our thoughts

      in the forge

      of the moon

      In the June

      of black bugs

      in your bed

      of hair earth

       17th Chorus

      Starspangled Kingdoms bedecked

      in dewy joint –

      DON’T IGNORE OTHER PARTS

      OF YOUR MIND, I think,

      And my clever brain sends

      ripples of amusement

      Through my leg nerve halls

      And I remember the Zigzag

      Original

      Mind

      of Babyhood

      when you’d let the faces

      crack & mock

      & yak & change

      & go mad utterly

      in your night

      firstmind

      reveries

      talking about the mind

      The endless Not Invisible

      Madness Rioting

      Everywhere

       18th Chorus

      The bottom of the repository

      human mind

      The Kingdom of the Mind,

      The Kingdom has come.

      It’s the only thing you got free,

      the Mind

      Per Se Williams, the critic

      and author,

      Slept

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