This is one of my all-time favorites. I've posted it before, but it floated back into my mind today.
Hymn-Jack Kerouac
in the morning, ah god...
and the people were slippin on ice in the street
twice, twice
two different people came over, goin to work
so earnest and tryful, clutching their pitiful morning daily news
slip on the ice and fall
both inside five minutes
and i cried, i cried
that's when you taught me, tears
ah god, in the morning, ah thee
and me leaning on the lamppost wiping eyes
eyes, nobody's know i'd cry
or woulda cared anyway
but oh, i saw my father
and my grandfather's mother
and the long lines of chairs
and tear sitters and dead
ah me, i knew god
you had better plans than that
so whatever plan you have for me
splitter of majesty
make it short, brief, make it snappy
bring me home to the eternal mother
today, at your service anyway
and until..."
i knew i should out myself as a lurker, but this post has forced me to, and made me wonder why on earth i'm not reading more Kerouac, dammit. Thanks for this. and the blog in general. keep doing it.
ReplyDeletethat sounded a little rude. *Please* keep doing it. thank you.