i searched the graveyard all over

 

i searched the graveyard all over

trying to find where kerouac lay

i searched the graveyard all over

trying to find where kerouac lay

just me and my racine buddies

on the hottest august day

they had come out in a rambler

and we were out on a spree to play

they had come out in a rambler

and we were out on a spree to play

but when came sunday 

went looking for kerouac's grave

he was a lonesome traveller

who showed the world another way

on the road and in the dharma

the holy poet sadly prayed

we thought he'd send a message

an eminission from the grave

then a dove rose in the meadow

where the peoples memories must stay

and we went in the direction

the spot from where it came

the bird like a flying beer can

showed the place where ti jean laid 

on the hottest august day.

                        -jack vaughan

This opened up upon listening to Champon Jack Dupree - a song where he searched a graveyard for his motherl. With accoutrement, it held the potion of the archetype. I first learned about archetypes as an undergrad at Marquette. Probably Gilgamesh was the example. These are things that have a special power. I am calling the graveyard poem an archetype. It's something we return to anew if we have a clue. I grokked on this very event, a supremely memorable day with Jeff and Jim, before: https://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2014/11/jim.html