8th Chorus

Джек Керуак
 Oi yal!
She yawns to lall
  La la—
 Me Loom—
    The weary gray hat
    Peacoat ex sailor
    Manning meekly
    Hands a poop a pocket
    Face
    Lips
Oh Mo • Sea!
  The long fat yellow
  Eternity cream
  Of the Third St Bus
  Roof swimming like
  A monosyllable
  Armored Mososaur
  Swimming in my Primordial
  Windowpane
      Of pain