feasted on sweet sausage, deep sleep re-ordered my troubled brain and I woke up somewhat refreshed to view the continuing fall of steady rain on yards with vibrant rosebushes
naked apes strutting under the peace sign; taking a mile every inch "hippie" music show old long-hairs and young women mellow friendly glow under tranquil stars
after the voices came for the night, then again oh so rarely broken up delusional now-and-agains... after the voices the world was not the same because they'd been coffee-house real
"heaven" is the place this world could be if people weren't so busy trashing it to get to other imaginary worlds... or at least that's the only heaven there could ever REALLY be
a little ironic as it's his best book I'd guess. doesn't matter. don't want that vile ear-wig climbing through my mind in any form. how could so many people embrace all that?