If that phantom was real
And wanted to hurt me, then,
All I had to do was suffer & die,
Gritting my teeth awhile
Till it’s all over.
If the phantom was unreal
And was only a friendly shade
Standing commiserating compassionately
At my side as I slept and sighed
In the Shakespearean night,
Perhaps, may be, it was my brother.
And my brother didnt seek to hurt me.
If he did, I crashed,
I saw stars, marvels,
My miracle hullabaloo
Balloon Rainbow
Turned out to be “Bone
the Brother-Crash” –
You get socked on the jaw
By your best friend –
You keep thinking
It’s going to happen
And it never happens,
Pow!
91st Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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