Sunday, December 30, 2007
Jack Kerouac
Don’t be the man
counting cars
at the edge of the strip mall.
Don’t collect all
the free bars of soap
from every hotel
on the continent.
Avoid lavender bath sets
from bargain outlets. Don’t
rise to the occasion
when your country needs you
least. Don’t dismiss
the invisible
hand of the market, especially
when it scours
the square at dusk;
and gleaners comb
the clutter of crates
for thyme and asparagus.
Don’t be
the man
coming home
at the verge
of the new estate. Don’t forget
the supplementary
guides to all the wilderness trails
winding through
those long ago
scents
only a dog follows. Open
the window,
put your ass
to the wind.
// posted by George Manka @ 6:49 PM 
