Remembering my birth in infancy, the coughs,
The swallows, the tear-trees growing
From your eyeballs of shame; the grey
Immense morning I was conceived i the womb,
And the red gory afternoon delivered
therefrom.
Wow. I could sing you hounds
make you bell howl packs,
Zounds, I’d-a lived & lived laughing
as a child
If somebody coulda told me
it was unreal:
I was scared. The dark
was full of phantoms
Come from the other side of death
to claim the hearts
Of Sacrificial little children
laying up in the winter night
In cribs by howling windows
of the cold & forlon
Earth of Massachussetts February,
Massachussetts March,
Wild howl Lupine Cold the Moony
and Loony nights.
89th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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