Mother cried that her little boy chose
his words from mouths of babes. Flirts
spoke tricky, they sit stoned,
lost at night. Why jaded beauty?
They’ve made you stain, without
This found poem, based on the lyrics to Hey Jack Kerouac by 10,000 Maniacs, takes on the perspective of Jack’s mother who, in this poem, blames the group of people he used to spend time with for his early death.