Like Jack

“The world is so goofy everywhere -- like you imagine when you get to Paris with Simon there’ll be raincoats and Arc de Triomphes of brilliant sadness and all the time you’ll be yawning at bus stops.”

Kerouac, Desolation Angels

How do you write like that, I’ve got to know

How is it so cool

So evocative

IS there a way that I

Can do that

Too?

Phrases for phases

Sentenced to sentences of dull consistency

I can put one word before another 

And it is so ordinary

I want special

Then I’ll not just breath the air

But be of it

One with my life

If I can write like Kerouac

That’s not asking so much when that’s all I want

That skill

That thrill

That will

To be special too

I want to be

Able

Don’t let me stay forever cursed

With the common and plain

Give me a little that’s insane

Even if it comes with some pain

Man

Let me be cool too

I want to write sentences that sing

Not sentences about singing

I want to find a voice

Leaving behind the paper bag of today

Looking for the cloud formation

Of tomorrow

Like Jack