Beat Me

But then they danced down the street like dingledodies,
and 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 everthing 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everyone
goes "awww!"

Jack Kerouac