naughtyjen

The only people for me are the mad ones,

the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved

desirous of everything at the same time,

the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing

but burn, burn, burn

like fabulous yellow roman candles

exploding like spiders across the stars.......

~Jack Kerouac


Ahhhhh.........This is one of my favorite Kerouac poems. Filled with energy, desire and spontaneity that is Kerouac.