Angst of April
Angst of April "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 No time to sleep – There’s sunsets never seen before And rises never to be seen again No time for sleep – There’s more To touch and taste and hear and see and then To chase along in the next Crazy venture beneath the skies; There's more Of the fast-expiring ever-fresh Produce of the world to eat with hungry eyes So n o time to sleep – While books remain unread And unborn poems sit poised in pens Just waiting for release; While springtime flowers bloom along the riverbeds And darkened stages swarmed with stars begin Their primetime show No time for sleep – There’s roads That beckon east Or su