Book of Blues by Jack Kerouac Read Free Book Online Page B

Oi Oi, the swish
    And plump and drenching Zapoteca
    Big fat lump cacti growing in the night
    Slipslop the sleeps of cats by the fence
    And “Alms my youth!” cry women
    To the passing Americano Oi—
    Hate and oido, Old San Francisco’s
    Going to go—
    Red, white and black, and blue
    The pistil was tender when vines
    Hund and daundered explosives
    Of surrealistic pensioners
    Dishrags have faces
    Flashlights have hate
    Pine trees are sweetest
    To sit and meditate
    The Holy Virgin of Heaven
    Saw us in the rainy first morning

14TH CHORUS
    Lost me Juju beads in the woods
    And stood on dry stumps
    and looked around
    And Lightning Creek morely roared
    And wow the wild Jack Mountain
    Abominable Snowman rooted
    in a stump
    Even throwing football shadow
    When games is ranging in the sky
    Ah Gary,—would sweet Japan
    Her gardens allay me
    And make end sweet perfidy
    â€”Full belly make you say
    nice things—
    When rice bowl filled, Buddha frown
    I’ the West, because Wall of China
    Has no holds
    Holdfast to temple mountain chain
    Throw away the halfdollars
    Big and round, & wad of gum,
    And flashlight lamp—& paint—
    Go be shaved head monster
    In a cave—No, tea ceremony
    Beneath a sweet pine tree
    (Oi?)

15TH CHORUS
    The little birds that live on the tree
    In South America
    Under clouds that make faces at me
    Last night beautiful faces
    Mad Dog McGoy of Heaven’s
    White Office, was sheening
    His ocean spray at me
    With holes for eyes
    And every kind majesty—
    Mocking at faces at me,
    O me,—gingerale we drank
    In Montreal when Errgang was young
    And Wagner bleeded on the dump
    And the dust of defeat perfidy
    Was as fine as it is now
    In the skies of untouchable dust
    And Klings of the rooftop
    Church variety—
    My moity

16TH CHORUS
    Auro Boralis Shomoheen
    In the ancient blue Buick
    Machine that cankers the highway
    With Alice fat Queens, cards
    Indexes burning, mapping machines,
    Partings sweet sorrow
    But O my patine
    O my patinat pinkplat Mexican
    Canvas for oil in boil
    Marrico—hash marsh m draw
    The greenhouse bong eater from
    fence N’awrleans, that—
    Bat and be ready, Jesus is steady,
    Score’s eight to one, none,
    Bone was the batter for McGoy
    Poy—
    Used as this ditties
    for mopping the kitties
    in dream’s afternoon
    when nap was a drape

17TH CHORUS
    â€œJamac! Jamac!
    De bambi de bambi
    Jamac jamac!”
    And elegant old quorums
    of fortified priests
    sighed
    De bambi de bambi jamac
    Jamac, and eldertwine
    old tweedies fighted the prize
    â€œParrac! Motak!
    Pastamak arrac!
    Arrash!
    Crrash!”
    Part art tee
    tea symphony
    ceremonious old bonious
    me love you
    me

18TH CHORUS
    Henry Regalado, l’hero de la
    Bataille de Patenaud
    God and all the other little people
    Esmack, esmack, I esmacka
    You on the kisser you too
    I thrun nobody oud dis joint
    Since Roosevelt had all his joints
    And Buddy I knowed
    That old Patenaude
    Was a fraude from the start,
    Tonio me Kruger you that,
    Hat—
    Pat was the rat that had the hat
    Mash patinaud
    Crash toutes les shows
    Grange toutes les villes
    les jilles
    Mange toutes les filles

19TH CHORUS
    The diamond that cuts through
    To the other view
    That I painted all white for you
    I edited your rough stone,
    Produced a diamond show,
    Elephantine was the mine
    Eglantine adamant and mad
    And madly adamantine
    My Allah you mine,
    The diamond of Dipankar
    The prime ripe wreak havoc
    Buddha pra-teeth torn
    Mouth Ya-Hoi-Ya-Hai
    Pastumintapaling porpitoi
    Turnpot of biled pata taters
    Smater Gater the Mater
    O’Shay, rife was the weather
    Was singin was gay,
    Rape were the weathers
    In heaven’s O Shay

20TH CHORUS
    Old buddy aint you gonna stay by me?
    Didnt we say I’d die by a lonesome tree
    And you come and dont cut me down
    But I’m lying as I be
    Under a deathsome tree
    Under a headache cross
    Under a powerful boss
    Under a hoss
    (my kingdom for a hoss
    a hoss
    fork a