Jack Kerouac Poems

Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
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The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
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The low yellow
moon above the
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-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
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'Tryna get to sunny Californy' -
Boom. It's the awful raincoat
making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering
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The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don't know why
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Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend
5 years ago - other furies other losses -
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Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
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April doesnt hurt here
Like it does in New England
The ground
Vast and brown
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The stars in the sky
In vain
The tragedy of Hamlet
In vain
The key in the lock
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