above my head

I opened this book by Keoruac and
could not understand it.

I closed it and
set it down.

the meaning was too great for me.

I turned up the radio and stared at nothing, I
liked that a lot better.

I opened it again tonight and gave it another go,

struck
down
again.

I think of throwing the kitchen sink at it.

-no no, that's stupid.

I stare at it,
defeated.

I gingerly flip through the pages:
16,
48,
100.

sigh...

I set it down
again.

it now stares at me at night before I sleep
with little or no meaning
at all.