Pax by Jack Kerouac

Grateful for the words of Jack Kerouac on this Still Sunday night in New York City, another log to keep the fire burning.

 

PAX

I demand that the human race
ceases multiplying its kind

and bow out
I advise it

And as punishment and reward
for making this plea I know

I’ll be reborn
the last human

Everybody else dead and I’m
an old woman roaming the earth

groaning in caves
sleeping on mats

And sometimes I’ll cackle, sometimes
pray, sometimes cry, eat & cook

at my little stove
in the corner

“Always knew it anyway,”

I’ll say

And one morning wont get up from my mat

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2 responses to “Pax by Jack Kerouac”

  1. Annie Q. Syed says:
    July 20, 2011 at 2:18 pm

    @waltpascoe Pax by Kerouac at the Vault. 🙂 “another log to keep fire” via YOU!

  2. Annie Q. Syed says:
    July 20, 2011 at 2:23 pm

    @verenas_tweets thank you for stopping by dear ven…it is a Pax kind of week.