Monday, March 12, 2012

Happy Birthday, Jack Kerouac!

Cathedral-esque saxophone

Singing sweet raindrops and thunder

Along the sacred solace of the lakefront

Enticing passersby with legendary seduction

And tribal aromas that hint at

The mysterious brew of the organic ax and berry

While the 1500 horsepower gold-plated Bugatti

Whizzes by, spewing energy

Harnessed by the silver-tipped tresses

The silver-tipped tongues

Tipping over the silver

While the music continues to follow the bus driver

On his world tour of high and low notes

Through the high valleys and the low mountains

While in the backdrop

The hyena lady chortles, “Church, church, church!”

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