my friend E's got me thinking about poetry. i told him about my number one favorite poem, The World is a Beautiful Place by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, which my friend M showed me in 10th grade. but the second favorite surprises people. i have no idea where i first read it, but i know it's not something you come by often. i memorized it 22 years ago (writing teacher's class?) because of it's petite size. i have not ever looked it up or anything so if you know it and it's wrong somewhere, i apologize. ok.
Wee Wee Wee Little Poem
by jack kerouac
wee wee wee little poem
wee wee wee not-worth-reading little poem
you start off suckin' in milk
and you end up suckin' smoke
and you know what milk and smoke denote.
(third favorite poem, and fourth and fifth.)
2 comments:
I think this is the poem:
http://members.aol.com/dpsociety42/kerouac.html
I think it is from a book called "Scattered Poems," published by Ferlinghetti's City Lights.
It reminds me a little bit of Richard Brautigan's "Fuck Me Like Fried Potatoes," which I memorized in high school:
Fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my God-damn life.
i am resisting looking up wee wee wee little poem. i guess i want to keep it the way it is in my head. pure. since 1985.
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