Kerouac yea Kerouac His words the words so many words just All brothers of the same horn sisters the saxophone Notes music words a melody a quote a figure eight a figure If you listen close to the drummer It's like a mirror and your invisible Like your in a back seat No handles on the doors just a beautiful driver up front She knows where she's going Kerouac the observation machine Caressing the most pa**ing of scenes with photographic love Pa**ionate photographic love venerable as anyone knew
His memories pull shades up and down Doors are not done telegrams arrive Every morning something extra??? Remembering everything like a snatch of melody A drumbeat remembering mythologizing So fast all the time moving The words the words are drumsticks pounding out drum beats Like a monk like a monk melody With mistakes yea mistakes and sudden inspirations Edges corners explosions convections All fast through a slow motion landscape Yea fast through a slow motion landscape