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