Friday, August 24, 2007
Jack Kerouac
Don’t be
the man
counting cars
at the edge
of the strip mall. Don’t collect
all the complimentary
bars of soap from all
the hotels on the continent.
Avoid lavender scents
from bargain outlets.
Don’t rise to the occasion
when the country needs you
least. Don’t dismiss
the invisible hand
of the market, especially
when they hose down
and gleaners comb
the clutter of crates
for thyme and asparagus.
Don’t be
the man
coming home
at the edge
of the new estate. Don’t forget
the supplementary
guides to all
the wilderness trails
winding through
long ago
scents that only
a dog follows. Open
the window
and put your ass
to the wind.
// posted by George Manka @ 2:39 PM 
