35th Chorus

Джек Керуак
And speak bashfully
  Thru strong brown eyes
  Of olden strengths
     And bad boy episodes
     And a father
       With sacred cows
     A wandering in his field.
     "Rain on, O cloud!"

       The taste of worms
        Is soft  & salty
        Like the sea,
        Or tears.

        And raindrops
        That dont know
     You've been deceived
     Slide on iron
      Raggedly gloomy