What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Jack Fell Down
My first husband broke his neck I had a bottle of Jack Just after he fell down the stairs Then they asked me for a eulogy. I said, “Well, he wrote three novels And he never published a thing He didn’t trust me for a minute But thank you for calling.” My daughter wept, and I made her laugh She hadn’t spoken to him for years I said, “Well, isn’t that just typical? Gone in the blink of an eye!” They asked me for a eulogy And I suggested Jack Kerouac He never really did look back.
You’ll be brushing out a brood mare’s tail While the sun is ascending And I’ll just be getting home with my reel to reel There’s no comprehending — Joni Mitchell, Coyote
You’re Not Mine
A coyote does not hide in sunshine Behind mirrors and angles Biding his time But like a coyote you are self-contained And you lope and you saunter And you play your game You appear to be wanted You follow the crowd You remember me slightly But then not at all. I dress you to play At a cattleman’s ball I watch you smile And I watch them fall No regrets coyote It always ends this way With a sideways glance As you’re walking away I never believe A thing that you say I’m living with the dead anyway. I thank you for breaking My heart one more time I like your dance And I like your style I see it coming For a desert mile And I open the gate Hello coyote And goodbye again I’ll see you again Every once in a while. Bio: Elizabeth Cusack is a recovering actress. Ever since playing Rhoda Penmark in “The Bad Seed” as a child, deservedly, she has endeavoured to keep up her end of the bargain. Elizabeth has been blessed with the best of teachers over the years, mostly from the school of hard knocks. She has championed and performed in fringe theatre in America. Elizabeth edits her favourite poet while not otherwise inspired by her muse to write.