surviving getting by surviving looking back with the twitching serenity of a cockroach it's been quite the journey through ladies' perfumed beds and over-bright psych sanctuaries...
the youth that was I took coffee in the library sighting young ladies walking by thinking if he hopped he'd fly... oh that youth that was I he walked miles a day
bourne of volcanoes and ice ages, blood-hungry jackals and raging hail... tested by hurled heels and bombing sieges of scathing poison sprays... the ugly spirits survive
a long haiku set I composed during my first and so far only experiment with methamphetamine proper, as opposed to Kerouac's benzendrine or m.p.a., a modified meth chemical that is at this point technically entirely legal in the U.S.A..
all the pain vanished, the heart's shadow lit with sun... the soul's door opened the night opens up before me like a regal road of creation a young blonde beauty becomes a Picasso in