Morning Fever

Rain-heavy cloudy skies
areas of patchy fog
the city waxes mystical

i swim in a brook of voices
they rush through my hair
yet seem distant

Walk with me now, Jack Kerouac:
we've got wine dharma
we've got jazz dharma

We've got autumn blooming
we've got our voices
joining the eternal stream

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The image above reflects a slightly distorted version of this poem (more fun with Photoshop). Click to see a larger version of the image.