Nebraska

by Jack Kerouac

April doesnt hurt here

Like it does in New England 

The ground

Vast and brown 

Surrounds dry towns 

Located in the dust 

Of the coming locust

Live for survival, not for 'kicks'

Be a bangtail describer, 

like of shrouded traveler 

in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $

The Angry Hunger

(hunger is anger) 

who fears the 

hungry feareth 

the angry)

And so I came home

To Golden far away 

Twas on the horizon 

Every blessed day 

As we rolled And we rolled

From Donner tragic Pass 

Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys 

With Mickey Mantle eyes

Wander under moons 

Sawing in lost cradle 

And Judge O Fasterc 

Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress

Of my lost love

Louanna

In the Western

Far off night

Lost as the whistle

Of the passing Train

Everywhere West

Roams moaning

The deep basso

- Vom! Vom!

- Was it the same love 

Notified my bones As mortify yrs now 

Children of the soft 

Wyoming April night?

Couldna been!

But was! But was!'

And on the prairie 

The wildflower blows 

In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life.

The Chicago

Spitters in the spotty street 

Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans -

Then Toledo 

Springtime starry 

Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering 

A wandering

In search of April pain A plash of rain 

Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees

In former airy poses 

In aerial O Way hoses 

No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind

Sol -

Sol -

Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana 

Phosphorescent Rose 

And bridge in

fairly land

I'd understand it all -