Liz Belmont Pulling Daisies For Jack Kerouac Ecstatic daisy, Yawning in the black and white sun: Apollinare, Apollinaire! Poems Falling from your mouth in Lowell vowels, Wine-soaked consonants. Memere waits at home. Cat curls at her feet, Hair balls clogging its throat. Waits for Ti Jean to come home, scotch and soda. Garden needs to be weeded. Jack smacks, hits the ground, Daisy smashed, brain crushed, but Angels gather, pick him up, send him back, Pillows fluffed, glass refreshed. Intrinsic daisy, Where do we go? Where do we belong? Weed to some, flower to others- Who are we? You speak again, Words flowing from your sorry, strong lips: Yes no, yes but no, my brother's dead And everything is holy. Everything is holy.