The Ones Who Never Yawn

"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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" -Jack Kerouac

Thursday, December 18, 2008

what? i was outside. it was cold. so i wrote

The cold
the rain.
They match my pain
my depression 
hitting with each rain drop
in attempts to prop
my heart open 
to truth and despair
the brotherhood of the fates
staring me down like a motherfucker
standing still
the chills not quite penetrating me
the burning timber of my soul
eats at the tobacco in my hands
cold cold cold
its winter
and I am seasonal
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