“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me.”
I shambled after
as I’ve been doing all my life
after people who interest me,
because 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 roman candles
exploding like spiders
across the stars
and in the middle
you see the blue centerlight
POP!
and everybody goes ‘Awww…'”
-That’s what Jack Kerouac said
On The Road.
A hero of my youth.
He died middle-aged,
a drunk living with his mom.
Sure, there was a time,
amid an absence of fireworks,
I was middle-aged
and living with my mom.
Wasn’t (always) drunk
& moved out.
Long before I died.
Long before.
– JDW
“Hey Jack Kerouac”