"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 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, On The Road)

Jangley legs, I lost my head
it's a damn good day to be alive
smell the smells of the city
on the freshest friday night
Buzz of the common hive
ah madonna of the 'lectric lights
oh brother, I bet she bites
I bet she stings you in the eyes

Not before you taste the sweetness
of that holy halo honey
in my pocket cigarettes,
a talisman and some money
Coins clink, my heart sinks
the queen is coming my way
down the block, where are my shoes and socks?
to my favorite bookstore running

It's a dingledodies' paradise
a doppleganger's dream
heaven is inside of us
we don't need to worry about a thing
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Through the books, I almost shook
saw my favorite feminist
like lemons to the tongue
was her sharp wit a catalyst
The sun shown through on me and you
however imposible
on our way out, I opened the door with doubt
of it's proper etiquette
Cool night air
is opening up our passages
to fend off despair
pawing at each other like savages
to feel out the night
a purple butterfly or an octopus
wings so bright
but do tentacles have their advantages

It's a dingledodies' paradise
Nights as deep as the sea
Dawns on us that if we want it
Heaven is within you and me
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