Jack Kerouac’s Blue Buddha Face

He is Indio. He fed on thistle, pine and

blue milk; the fore milk, the thirst milk.

Saffron milk, the hind milk. Rich.

He is the sun.

He is scar-faced and nicotine stained,

with tigers above and tigers below.

Superior to the night I feed his image

saffron cakes and lotus.

Tight in his hands, the valleys, the peaks,

the caverns below. The grasp of the now,

the pull of the late.I am constant.

His tiger mother.