Book of Sketches - Jack Kerouac [46]
even in his 8 year
lifespan (which is
so long).
His isolateness in
the world, the
ripple afternoons —
little shadows of
windows at his
soft white feet,
the dumb pricking
rueful realizations
he has crossing the
green span of his
eyes & the lowered
pause & male wonder
of the Fall, the
consternation of
lookup, the chew
on claws with gritting
greek teeth, the
long contemplative
lick on long upheld
back leg —
The green eyed
slit & stretch of
forepaws & back
up, y-a-w-w —
Mangy, he keeps workin
on that ear of death
— I noticed in
him seeds of mange
last winter on my
poetry desk (MAGGIE
CASSIDY) — Now he
regardant reclines
to continue the day
in the breeze &
sweetness, clear
time opes around
him, unperturbed he
flicks his sore ear &
mulls, rumes, moons,
mokes, mulges with
himself the long
dread afternoon that
old humans kill with
beer or cubab —
the honest innocent
clean all suffering
cat, no kicks or
drugs available his
supple sad body,
just lies there
waiting for the
end of his 9 years
or 5 years — waiting
without comment,
complaint or companion
— licking
his fur in the bleak,
with no expression —
listening, pricking,
watching, waiting,
cleaning himself for
the Day of the Lord
O Smart Not
Crazy!
Saturday Afternoon Window
Bugle bubble blower —
freckled kid bubbling —
Sad lill blue yellow
rubber wallet —
Bldg. blocks half inch
thick — “Junior Architects”
bldgs blocks —
Star Stamper,
lill girl stamping *’s
Lil pickaninny penny
dolls with safety pin,
cloth, lil red cherry lips
in black face — Lil
plastic bulldozers —
Tiny Tim bicycles —
Nickles Dimes Quarters
Amt. Dep. cash register
plastic black —
Nameless old halloween
fluff papers — baby
carriages big as yr thumb —
Lil boy in jeans &
stripe jersey whistles
Pop Goes Weasel
at this window — Plastic
tiny oldtime locomotive, —
— Bronx prrt’ers
saying Japan —
Plastic bags of
dull samesize marbles —
Sad goggles with garter
holders & canvas —
Play money $25,000 bills
— ray guns — rubber
guns — big
pearl handle champ
guns — rubber cigars —
rings with monkey
on face — Italian
tenor singin somewhere —
Rubber Knives — (black
handle silver blade)
Solar Commando Gun
with Darts —
Handcuffs of little
tin & boy
policemen with
captain badge &
whistle — Sad
plastic flesh pale
lil doll falling back
naked in a brown
paper box with
a tiny mouth
harmonica “Robin”
— Fishing hooks,
“You land the big
ones every time with
Ole’s Genuine
Fishing hooks fashioned
by experts of
Finest tempered
steel, specially imported”
— Plastic
lil Space Ship, &
imitation lead Space
men — Jump ropes
with red wood
grips —
Expensive Nin toy
dish set — cups
& saucers, spoons,
with sad lil yellow
designs braided on —
Tiny pushdown
tops priced in
black 19¢
& shows lil boy
kneeling in toy
colors in lost
void —
Volga Inn Music
Ez tu p a va
tez - tomata
- tomata —
Ami topy oll
mayay —
Ena oo ee
Peñooti ma
ya govin
Oora pey
(Meanwhile night in
its October form soft
as Indian silk
slink in the door
dark, glitters of
New York night be
saddening & showing
where leaves do
jiggle & bloss bluff
on boughs’ come Autumn
“dominant” doom
— King Size
first in Sales!
First in Quality!
First in Good Taste,
— there’s yr iron
bars of the park
shine shadowing on
the cobbles of
the oldworld tired
street — There’s
the halo lamp
making seen the
goldhair backnapes
of Jacky O Hara’s
bestlastfirst
doll — Minnie
Gallagher —
& that sensation
in the pricking gut,
of winter, rivers,
ships, aye ye
green city &
grand land onrolling
it —
Hail Hail the
Gang’s all Here,
in Polka, bruits
in the juke —
oonyateez tey
ayetez with
muddy boots’ been
done
3rd Ave Bar
4 PM the men
are all roaring like
the EL in clink
bonk glass brassfoot
barrail ’where ya
goin’ excitement —
October’s in the
air, is the Indian
Summer sun of door
— 2 executive
salesmen who been
workin all day
long come in
young, welldressed,
justsuits,