Some great poetry...Thanks Jose.

MEXICO CITY BLUES

The songs that erupt
Are gist of the poesy,
Come by themselves, hark,
Starks as an prisioners in a cave
Let out to sunlight, ragged
And beautiful when you look close
And sea underneath the beards
The holy blue eyes of humanity
And brown. The stars on high sing
Songs of their own, in motion
That doesn´t move, real,
Unreal,singsong, spheres;-
But human poetries
Wiht God as their desing
Sing with another law
Of spheres & ensigns
Son, blow me a bop,
Let me hear¨ bout heaven
In brass fluglemop

Jack Kerouac