Got up and dressed up
and went out & got laid
Then died and got buried
in a coffin in the grave,
Man–
Yet everything is perfect,
Because it is empty,
Everything
Is Ignorant of its own emptiness–
Anger
Doesn’t like to be reminded of fits–
You start with the Teaching
Inscrutable of the Diamond
And end with it, your goal
is your starting place,
No race has run, no walk
of prophetic toenails
Across Arabies of hot
meaning–you just
numbly don’t get there.
Mexico City Blues ~ Jack Kerouak
See you next week, Mexico City! <3
