Текст песни Jack Kerouac - American Haikus

In my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly
has died of old age.

Well here I am
2 pm.
what day is it?

The tree
looks like a dog,
barking at heaven.

Prayer beads
on the holy book,
my knees are cold.

In the morning frost
the cats step,
slowly.

No telegram today,
only more leaves
fell.

The castle of the Gandharvas,
is full of
aging young couples.

Early morning yellow flowers,
thinking about
the drunkards of Mexico.

The national scene,
late afternoon sun
in those trees.

Nightfall.
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.

Holding up my purring cat
to the moon,
I sighed.

August moon.
Oh!
I got a boil on my thigh.

Drunk as a hoot owl,
writing letters
by thunderstorm.

All day long,
wearing a hat
that wasn’t on my head.

Beautiful young girls
running up the library stairs,
with their shorts on.

Crossing the football field,
coming home from work,
the lonely businessman.

Useless! useless!
heavy rain,
driving into the sea.

After the shower,
among the drenched leaves,
the bird thrashing in the bath.

The little worm,
lowers itself from the roof,
by a self shat thread.

Snap your finger.
stop the world.
rain falls harder.

Nightfall.
too dark to read the page,
too cold.

In my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly
has died of old age.

Following each other
my cats stop,
when it thunders.

Spring evening,
the two
eighteen year old sisters.

The postman is late.
the toilet window
is shining.

Wash,
hung out by moonlight,
friday night in may.

Empty baseball field,
a robin,
hops along the bench.

Black bird.
no! blue bird!
branch still jumping.

My rumpled couch,
the lady’s voice
next door.

The bottom of my shoes
are clean,
from walking in the rain.

Bee!
why are you staring at me
I am not a flower.

The barn,
swimming in a sea
of windblown leaves.

Glow-worm
sleeping on the flower,
your lights’ on.

Spring night.
the leaf
falling from the chimney.