Mexico City Blues. Jack Kerouac

      Nada, nadir, naparinirvana

      ni parinirvana

      But Most Excellent & Wise,

      the Glorious Servant

      of Sentient Needs

      Tathagata Akshobya,

      Brother of Merudhvhaga,

      Kin to Sariputra –

      Holy & Wise

      Like John in the Wood

       42nd Chorus

      POEM WRITTEN ON A SAILBOAT

      It’s a powerful sock powerful

      Mock powerful breeze blowin

      Across this leeward shirsh

      Of fought waters thrashin

      Up to spit on the deck

      Of Heroing Man,

      Ah, as we sail the jibboom

      Upon the va va voom

      And Saltpeter’s her petter

      Again, the Larceny Commission’ll

      Hear of this, fight the lawyers,

      Upset the silly laws, anger

      the

      hare

      brain

      bird

      of

      wine

      In his railroad tam o shanter

      Commemorative termagant

      Able to dissect such tycoon

      Burpers outa their B Movies’

      Investment in Black.

      ‘Bop’

      Even on a sailboat

      I end up writin bop

       43rd Chorus

      Mexico City Bop

      I got the huck bop

      I got the floogle mock

      I got the thiri chiribim

      bitchy bitchy bitchy

      batch batch

      Chippely bop

      Noise like that

      Like fall in off porches

      Of Tenement Petersburg

      Russia Chicago O Yay.

      Like, when you see,

      the trumpet kind, horn

      shiny in his hand, raise

      it in smoke among heads

      he bespeaks, elucidates,

      explains and drops out,

      end of chorus, staring

      at the final wall

      where in Africa

      the old men petered

      out on their own account

      using their own Immemorial

      Salvation Mind

      SLIPPITY BOP

       44th Chorus

      Waves of cantos and choruses

      And lilypads of anything

      Like flying carpets that are

      nowhere

      And all’s bugged with the scene –

      Ah I wish I could fight out

      Of this net of mistakes

      And anxieties among others

      Who wait in my silence

      Till I end up my work

      Which never began and

      Never will end – hah –

      Bespeak thyself not, soft spot,

      Aurorum’s showed his Mountain

      Top

      Of Eastern be Western morning

      To Indicate by Moon Magic

      Constellative Stardom

      of

      Gazers

      in Mock Roman

      Arabian Kimonos,

      the lay of the pack

      in the sky

       45th Chorus

      Euphonism, a softening of sounds

      Euphemism, a softened word –

      One is sonic, one is human

      Both are imaginary metaphors

      Metaphysical Exception taken

      by the old euphonious

      phoney of Arkansaw

      River bridge

      Excisor of taxes via tickets

      of taxes

      With what Euphonic

      doesnt-matter

      Really pronunciation

      price

      Dolichocephalic?

      Ichthyocephalic,

      Encephalotherapy.

      Dont point at your head

      The Judge says you’re crazy

      Breaky cephalic

      Ouch

      Inch of Grace, sigh.

       46th Chorus

      I had a dream that Bill

      G. here, was lying on his bed

      talking to me in a room

      in Mexico City on a

      horrible afternoon, as

      he mumbles information

      about the crossroads of the world

      I wander like a Giggling Ling

      Chinese boy without rice

      in a Fog Over Grass

      Land vast and like life,

      – in my thoughts – but

      return to re-listen to what

      he was saying, about loaning

      money on interest, Christians,

      Medicis, Churches, therefores,