POEM OF THE DAY -- "Sitting Under Tree Number Two" By Jack Kerouac

It's always been our goal to bring you odd stuff by great writers; to be a little different, with no particular theme, no rules, no contraints -- nothing to hold us back.  Here's one.

The great Jack Kerouac has gone down as one of the most inflential writers of the 20th century; and he was certainly the stylist of an initial packet of influence which ultimately culminated in the various art/music/culture/style/political movements we can only call "the 60's" now.  This poem is an example of the free thinking freewheeling train of thought approach that Kerouac had to life.

Simply sitting under a tree who-knows-where, he records what he saw, in 1959.  Hope you enjoy!

Sitting Under Tree Number Two

By Jack Kerouac

But the undrawables,

  the single musical harp

rainbow's blue green

shimmer of cobweb -- 

the line of thread swimming

in the wind; blue &

silver at intervals that

appear & disappear -- 

7 songs along the rim

tying to the plant

as birds twurdle over

those massy fort trees

populous with song

--  imaginary blossoms in my

eye moving across the 

page with definite oily

rainbow water holes &

rims of beaten gold,

  with toads of old

          silver.

Golden fast and back

in the hay now fromming

its feelers thru the 

thicket of time then

darting across mud looking 

for more trees -- 

A little ant bit my ass

& I said Eeesh with

my wad of gum -- I

itch and pain all over

with hate of time &

tedium  Save me!

  Kill me!

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