Whatever anyone does,
anyone says, in the
past, now, everything, let
it bounce off the rock

of yr gladness (yr mirror)

Guys talking you down
about girls
Novelists publishing big
Town & Cities
Writers saying nothing
about your new writings
Really let it bounce off
the rock of yr gladness,
because you are

innocent

(Free)
Let it bounce off the
rock of your gladness the
cold, rub your hands,
drink hot brews of coffee
tea or herb, rush to yr
notebook of MEMORY BABE
with every Memory Tic

— J. Kerouac