Bowery Blues - Kerouac Jack

The story of man
Makes me sickI
nside, outside, I don't know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.
I am hurtI am scared
I want to liveI want to die
I don't know
Where to turnIn the Void
And when
To cutOut
For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stoneOf New York
And on the cafeteria
We hearThe saxophoneO dead Ruby
Died of ShotIn Thirty Two, Sounding like old times
And de bombedEmpty decapitated
Murder by the clock.And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girlsI
n love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.
I can't take itAnymore
If I can't holdMy little behind
To me in my room
Then it's goodbyeSangsara
For meBesides
Girls aren't as good
As they look
And SamadhiIs better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your headIn with Buzz
Of glittergoldHeaven's Ange
lsWailing
Saying
We've been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of NothingnessI sing)
Okay.
Quit.
Mad.
Stop.