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 no 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 summon west

Like tantalizing romantic whispers

Sparking the soul’s unrest

   No time to sleep
   No time for sleep

While people remain unmet

And sights remain unseen

And words are left unwritten or unsaid

And music left unplayed, unheard,
And time is marching past without a word, 

When all you want is more time more time more time between

Day one and done
   No time to sleep
   Until we sleep at last.