我走在铁皮香蕉码头的河岸上，坐在南太平洋火车头的巨大阴影下，望着盒子屋山上的夕阳，哭了起来。杰克·凯鲁亚克坐在我旁边，坐在一根生锈的破铁杆上，我们有着同样的灵魂思想，黯淡、忧郁、忧伤的眼睛，被机械树的粗糙的钢根包围着。河上唯一的水映照着红色的天空，太阳落在弗里斯科最后的山峰上，河里没有鱼，山上没有隐士，只有我们自己，风湿的眼睛，像河岸上的老流浪汉一样宿醉，疲惫而狡猾。“看那朵向日葵，”他说，“天空中有一个死灰色的影子，大得像个男人，干干巴巴地坐在一堆古老的木屑上-- --我如醉如醉地冲上去——那是我的第一朵向日葵，对布莱克的回忆——我的幻觉——哈莱姆区和东部河流的地狱，桥叮当作响的乔牌油腻的三明治，废弃的婴儿车，被遗忘而未被更新的黑色无踏板轮胎，河岸的诗，避孕套和罐子，钢刀，没有什么是不锈的。只有潮湿的淤泥和锋利的工件进入过去,灰色的向日葵对夕阳准备,容易破裂的黯淡和尘土飞扬的煤尘和烟雾和烟古时的机车的眼睛——花冠朦胧的峰值下推和破碎的像一个破旧的皇冠,种子的脸,soon-to-be-toothless口中的阳光空气,紫外线了毛茸茸的脑袋像一个蜘蛛网丝干,叶子伸出的双臂,手势的锯末根,碎块的灰泥从黑色的树枝上掉下来，一只死苍蝇插在它的耳朵里，你是一个被打得破烂不堪的邪恶的老东西，我的向日葵啊，我的灵魂，那时我爱你!污垢是没有人的污垢,但死亡和人类的机车,裙子的尘埃,黑暗的面纱铁路皮肤,烟雾的脸颊,眼睑黑mis 'ry,乌黑的手或阴茎或凸起的人工worse-than-dirt——工业——现代文明发现你的疯狂金色的王冠,那些朦胧的死亡和尘土飞扬的思绪无爱的眼睛和结束,干瘪的树根,home-pile的沙子和锯末、橡胶美元钞票,皮肤的机械,那辆呜咽咳嗽的汽车的内脏和内脏，那空无一人的、没有生锈的舌头的铁罐，我还能说出更多的东西来，那一种公鸡雪茄的烟灰，独轮车的车尾和汽车乳白色的胸部，从椅子上拖出来的破旧的屁股和发电机的约约肌——所有这些都缠在你干瘪的根上——而你在夕阳中站在我面前，你所有的荣耀都以你的形式出现!向日葵的完美之美!一个完美的、可爱的向日葵存在! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of your railroad and your flower soul? Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive? You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower! And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not! So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter, and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too, and anyone who'll listen, --We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.