lunatic probability

[revolutionrabbit]

the window pane of junk
opened on the street of marbles
the poet had lost in the poem bet
all those memories in the train trunk
all those crazy goddesses he had not met yet
standing in a civil war battle field
in the middle of the L.A. freeway
hallucinating on the city lights of luck
the fun house rose up in the fast lane
mother fuck once knew who she was
dragsters shooting up the dragon drug
there were old bums waiting on the corner
for the whore saints to come naked as death
strange clouds appeared in the empty skies
above the movie theater of perpetual stars
pages of a cheap paper back mystery novel
were flapping on a deserted bus bench
there was a stench of ungodly perfume
wafting through the great dead flowers
and the obituary hours of powers that be

the moon showed up with a cannon ball
she was hole roller a high priestess fall
down into the carnival underworld
low riders of mary jane madness
cruse the unidentified flying realms
she smokes a blunt look at the words
said there between the ghost of a chance
and the cycle of lunatic probability

[dadio]

V. Good poem.

[stilltrucking]

thank you for writing
a very good poem