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149th Chorus

I keep falling in love
  with my mother,
I dont want to hurt her
—Of all people to hurt.

Every time I see her
  she's grown older
But her uniform always
  amazes me
For its Dutch simplicity
And the Doll she is,
The doll-like way
  she stands
Bowlegged in my dreams,
Waiting to serve me.

      And I am only an Apache
      Smoking Hashi
      In old Cabashy
      By the Lamp

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  • SurelyWritten
    February 8, 2007
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    he was such a crass poet- using contradictory phrasing to shed light on the everyday- love it -S-

  • babybird
    April 29, 2005
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    Why is Jack Kerouac so damn brilliant? this poem made me read it over and over. I am blown away by these words and the turmoil of his mind. Off to read On the Road for the twentieth time.