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MEXICO CITY BLUES
Jack Kerouac
1st CHORUS
Butte Magic of Ignorance
Butte Magic
Is the same as no-Butte
All one light
Old Rough Roads
One High Iron
Mainway
Denver is the same
"The guy I was with his uncle was
the governor of Wyoming"
"Course he paid me back"
Ten Days
Two Weeks
Stock and Joint
"Was an old crook anyway"
The same voice on the same ship
The Supreme Vehicle
S.S. Excaligur
Maynard
Mainline
Mountain
Merudvhaga
Mersion of Missy
2nd CHORUS
Man is not worried in the middle
Man in the Middle
Is not Worried
He knows his Karma
Is not buried
But his Karma,
Unknown to him,
May end -
Which is Nirvana
Wild men
Who kill
Have Karmas
Of ill
Good men
Who love
Have Karmas
Of dove
Snakes are Poor Denizens of Hell
Have come surreptitioning
Through the tall grass
To face the pool of clear frogs
3rd CHORUS
Describe fires in riverbottom
sand, and the cooking;
the cooking of hot dogs
spitted in whittled sticks
over flames of woodfire
with grease dropping in smoke
to brown and blacken
the salty hotdogs,
and the wine,
and the work on the railroad.
$275,000,000,000.00 in debt
says the Government
Two hundred and seventy five billion
dollars in debt
Like Unending
Heaven
And Unnumbered Sentient Beings
Who will be admitted -
Not-Numberable
To the new Pair of Shoes
Of White Guru Fleece
O j o !
The Purple Paradise
4th CHORUS
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dolars
He was Tight
Frog waits
Till poor fly
Flies by
And then they got him
The pool of clear rocks
Covered with vegetable scum
Covered the rocks
Clear the pool
Covered the warm surface
Covered the lotus
Dusted the watermelon flower
Aerial the Pad
Clean queer the clear
blue water
AND THEN THEY GOT HIM
The Oil of the Olive
Bittersweet taffies
Bittersweet cabbage
Cabbage soup made right
A hunk a grass
Sauerkraut let work
in a big barrel
Stunk but Good
5th CHORUS
I am not Gregory Corso
The Italian Minnesinger
Of the Song of Corsica -
Subioso Gregorio Corso
The Haunted Versemaker
King
Of Brattle Street.
In streets of snow
He wove the show
And worried in tunnels
And mad dog varked
KIND KING MIND
Allen Ginsberg called me
William Burroughs
Is William Lee
Samuel Johnson
Is Under the sea
Rothridge Cole parter
Of Peppers
Is Numbro
Elabora
If you know what I
p a l a b r a
6th CHORUS
This Thinking is Stopped.
Buddha's Secret Moonlight: - is
the Ancient Virtue of laying up
and thinking happy & comfortable
thoughts - This, which modern
Society has branded "Loafing," is
made available to people now
apparently only by junk.
Self depends on existence of other
self, and so no Solo Universal Self
exists - no self, no other self,
no innumerable selves, no
Universal self and no ideas
relating to existence or non-
existence thereof -
The Greatest, Who Has Undertaken
to Comfort Innumberable Beings
The Kind One
The Art-of-Kindness Master
The Master of Wisdom
The Great Ferryman
The Great Vehicle Being
64th CHORUS
I'd rather die than be famous, . . .
I'd rather be in the desert sand,
Sitting legs crossed, at lizard
High noon, . . .
rather go in the high lone land
of plateau where you can hear
at night the zing of silence
from the halls of Assembled
211th CHORUS
The wheel of the quivering meat conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills –
All the endless conception of living beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind –
Poor! I wish I was free
Of that slaving meat wheel
And safe in heaven dead
NO-THING
There is no Way to lose.
If there was a way,
then, when sun is shining on pond
and I go West, or East
which one does the true sun follow?
which one does the true one borrow?
since neither one is the true one
there is no true one way.
And the sun is the delusion
of a way multiplied by two
and multiplied millionfold.
Since there is no Way, no Buddhas
No Dharmas, no Conceptions-
Only One Ecstasy-
and Right Mindfulness
is mindfulness that the way is no way-
Anyhow Sameway-
Up on high in the mountains so high
the high magic priests are
swabbing in the deck
of broken rib torsos
cracked in the rack of Kallaquack
tryin to figure your way
outta the calamity of dust and eternity-
bud- you better
get on back
to your
kind
boat.
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