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Jan Kerouac 

From the Collection of C.C. Arshagra’s Portrait  Poetry

(In The Key of Listen)

1998 

And so the shadow lives real

As the life of someone great

Is to be

The subject now that moves the sun’s
eclipsing 

This is when…

She scans the sky

And aligns with its will

To be heard 

Through her dear friend Buddah’s promise

To speak her after-life

See her distant dying-tears,

Fall and cry

 “Father! Father!

Your death it cut my throat (not yours).

“Your blood dries green

To gray ends and the greed of it. 

Drinking your daughter’s ink to the beat

Of her royalty cut and heart stop”

Swallowing her will to need-believe

Jack Kerouac loves his daughter still

“Father, Father,

I now witness

Your death leavings

Your legacy being unborn”

Not killed in name preservation
Not crucified with liquor or beer

But birth by greed

And cloaked by obliteration

Of pupils caught looking

Through admiration’s eyes 

As unaware (the whole truth) lives

On-to-be-dead under threats…under

threats…With the truth revealing dangers…

Danger bright and real”

  Here in the brief time

Of this sky-voiced passage

A deaf mute warning speaks

Of a will controlled knife wielding 

Armed to silently murder by numbers

And reap Jack’s setting sun,

Sperm,

And egg of written poetry

 

The star of a settling

An estate of assets setting,

Of a never setting profit taking

Sky of empty blessings 

And all of his flesh

And blood worth saying

“Father! Father!

Your death walks on


 


On and on into pockets of avarice

With never the whole truth’s breathing…
reaching…

On and on without…

Your daughter’s last wish being heard 





So, peace might rest

With goodnight life

For daughter’s forehead

For your wife 

 

“Good night my dear.”

Could dad’s voice be

What question sleeps

With waiting dreams 

Even after life is over with breath

 © Copyright 1998, 2006 C.C. Arshagra