Jack Kerouac

On Tears

Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting down
In dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—
Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—

Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,--
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!


Tree

But a tree has
a long suffering shape
Is spread in half
by 2 limbed fate
Rises from gray rain
pavements
To traffic in the bleak
brown air
Of cities radar television
nameless dumb &
numb mis connicumb
Throwing twigs the
color of ink
To white souled
heaven, with
A reality of its own uses