"A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and Holy Ghost on drums." 
— Hunter S. Thompson


"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, 'Wow! What a ride!" -Hunter S. Thompson


Now why do I like these quotes? 

Superman is dead!

Street. Steel thrust sucking space. 

Silent willful turbines, motors raving

,City of clouds, pirates of air.

 Land of rainbows and scarlet rare

 A man rakes leaves into a heap in his yard, a pile, 

and leans on his rake & burns them utterly.

 The fragrance fills the forest 

children pause & heed the smell, 

which will become nostalgia in several years

Angel of Envy

The Night is young
            and full of rest
I can't describe the
            way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange
            requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest
She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."


None of the old Things worked.

They Can't stay for long.

"Hey, Let's rob the bank"

"NO man! They're looking"

"Who"

"Them. They see everything, they know it all"

"eh? then let's steal the eye that sees us all!"

Climbers

We are here, parables.



The breast engine mattered.
Monster in drag, a tin damsel
Shuddered and flew

Cut spent space
Crazed ace
Collect

The cake-walk.

Puking moan

An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
The Milk man hops on to his bike
A young man reading pauses
on the path to his garden.
The dogs are starving
something is moaning softly
calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals left in the yard

Sit up all night,
                drinking, smoking
count the circles and wait
                         'til morning

where is this going?
what are we doing?

Nobody knows. Nobody cares.

Fast and Asleep.

Your head was on the floor,
rats played pool with your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
and all unmask
and you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I'll still take you then
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
But I'm your friend.

What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!

In My Head

Talk apple and eat words
sing songs like psychedelic birds
the world's a picture hanging on the wall
the shrub in my garden grew so tall
how many lights shook the base?
the adjectives were only a phase.

To Everland

Look at us!
We're on a blue bus
flying to the highest heights,
thinking through each others' minds
We love us

The sun takes a dip in the obscures
a breeze says hello,
you ask them to come away from the stove
the rain sings my songs to you
The rain thinks it knows my love
Snicker,
let the fool delude
WE love us

let's play on the tide
now there's no place for the voices to hide
let's sleep on the sand
watch planets collide
smug,
my world is yours and your world is immortal
We love us

A stroll in your labyrinth makes me smile
cataclysm marries grace when you speak to me
sculpt my days, take my hand,
we belong in Everland!


-To her,who puts my sky where it belongs.

Christmas in Apocalypse

Hit First,
Hit hard,
hit everywhere
clouds burst
vultures snicker
pain everywhere
quivers empty themselves
diving toxic elves
flowers wither during the infernal day
birds forget what to say
Things did, are and may
One thousand boxes open this day
the death of this world is a gunshot away
pray your soul out this christmas day.