BILL’S DREAMS
Slim girls in thin kimonos
Of blue silk, thin gossamer,
Long, that you could see thru,
Lying down, half-sitting,
Smoking through long tubes
In which every once in a while
An attendant places drug,
In a central bowl,
And as they smoke on
An attendant sprinkles
their eyes with talcum
powder
And they flutter their eyes
To the joy of it.
Then, back in the Tombs,
He’s smoking in his cell
And the smoke became
Singing people fading
And coming with smoke
and a guy passing bread
Passes him up -
162nd Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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