Daydreams for Ginsberg by Jack Kerouac

I wake up in meadows
so soft
and golden
hair billowing
blown
caressing
grown.

And I dare
play in purple fountains
dismay
crazed clowns
nay
don’t just don’t.

Slow down
slow smooth sweet
eternity
tempting
lament
experience
slowing down the heart
rate
fingerlings typed out

Where does it
come from
deep breaths
deep so soft
energy
being
meaning

I will not go softly
into that good night
I will shout from
rooftops and hilltops
and make all
nothing.

It must be this way
it can’t not be
cornered
nowhere to turn
through.

When
never
Will
ever still born
bliss

Jack Kerouac
are you happy yet
I’m not going anywhere
anytime soon
on your road
unless you go
with me.