POEM OF THE DAY -- "Spontaneous Sonnet" by Jack Kerouac (rare)
Spontaneous Sonnet - 1968 Paris Review Interview
By Jack Kerouac
Here, the fish of Scotland seen your eye
And all my nets did creak...
My poor chapped hands fall awry
And seen the page,
His devilled eye.
And maniacs with wild hair
Hanging about my room
And listening to my tomb
And all the orgones of the earth
Will crawl like dogs across the graves of Peru,
And Scotland, too.
Yet do not worry sweet Angel of mine;
That hast thine inheritance
Imbedded in mine.