My father, Leo Alcide Kerouac
Comes in the door of the porch
On the way out to downtown red,
(where Neons Redly-Brownly Flash
An aura over the city center
As seen from the river where we lived)
-“Prap – prohock!” he’s coughing
Busy, “Am,” bursting to part
the seams of his trousers with power
of assembled intentions.
“B-rrack – Brap?”
(as years later G J would imitate him,
“your father, Zagg, he goes along,
Bre-hack! Brop? Raising
his leg, bursting his face
to rouge outpop huge mad eyes
of “big burper balloons
of the huge world”)
To see if there’s any mail in the box
My father shoots 2 quick glances
Into all hearts of the box,
No mail, you see the flash of his anxious
Head looking in the void for nothing.
99th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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