Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Hell on wheels

An tribute to the mad men of Kerouac's "On the Road," men who rubbed their bellies and talked about life and laughed so loudly that people must've thought they'd gone mad.

Sometimes it calls, that slow
burn of madness,
a spring fever that sweeps

like a brush fire through
your senses and
drives you toward the road

to an adventure that leads
wherever we feel
at that very moment, to

the places we're meant to
be, and to
the us we're always becoming.


  1. When I read Kerouac so many many years ago I wished I was part of that world and now in my dotage I realise that I was. It was great to be mad. Thanks for reminding me.

  2. Your poem made me want to hit the road! Back in the day, my whole ambition was to go on the road and be a Dharma Bum.

  3. And it's ever so well done, Kimiko! Brava!

  4. I MUST read Kerouac, great guru to the Hippies! A group of my friends were just discussing how he'd influenced them.

    Thanks. Wonderful poem, by the way.



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