trinket 2
Posted: August 4th, 2013, 6:49 pm
Banana slug on its way the opera
poem I wrote in my early Rimbaud days
hotel window on the roller coaster moon
on fire of dragon moon disco balls
shooting crap rays in all possible directions
sidewalks of freaks parade along tomorrow
tonight the ceiling is bleeding psychedelic posters
stripped of any upside down temples of infinity
we wandered the weird arcades of alien dead mirrors
in sea waves of cardboard spaceships on little motors
we barfed on the railroad tracks of the jet star
overlooking the cosmic abyss of junky dirty needle forests
suddenly awake playing tiddly winks with poker chips
under the freeway over ramp of the galaxy rotation
machine laying on blankets of the boat of a million years
looking for buried cats eye marbles in the holy rubble
of broken dreams and lost trips in the street lamp
idle days drunken stumble of calendar pages ripped off
two torpedoes down by the bridge on the wino river
crushed butt with lipstick in a derelict bottle cap
next to a little spit on the head cheap drug store hat
Bird shit Buddha statue, a stick of slut perfume incense
a candy bar wrapper on a tooth pick like a little flag
a few used condoms placed in a circle around the mini
alter, a matchbox with intricate reproductions of paintings
by great artists of the surrealist revolution phase 20th century
wasted traveler come upon the little wonder box and opens it
out comes butterflies and moon beams reaching for the gone sky
gone in a wave of gnostic caves in the blink of a plastic Jesus eye
the cosmic bum uses the spray paint graffiti universe on the wall
to make a small door in the center of the Mothership anarchy symbol
to make his escape through the filthy curtains of the porno booth sun
poem I wrote in my early Rimbaud days
hotel window on the roller coaster moon
on fire of dragon moon disco balls
shooting crap rays in all possible directions
sidewalks of freaks parade along tomorrow
tonight the ceiling is bleeding psychedelic posters
stripped of any upside down temples of infinity
we wandered the weird arcades of alien dead mirrors
in sea waves of cardboard spaceships on little motors
we barfed on the railroad tracks of the jet star
overlooking the cosmic abyss of junky dirty needle forests
suddenly awake playing tiddly winks with poker chips
under the freeway over ramp of the galaxy rotation
machine laying on blankets of the boat of a million years
looking for buried cats eye marbles in the holy rubble
of broken dreams and lost trips in the street lamp
idle days drunken stumble of calendar pages ripped off
two torpedoes down by the bridge on the wino river
crushed butt with lipstick in a derelict bottle cap
next to a little spit on the head cheap drug store hat
Bird shit Buddha statue, a stick of slut perfume incense
a candy bar wrapper on a tooth pick like a little flag
a few used condoms placed in a circle around the mini
alter, a matchbox with intricate reproductions of paintings
by great artists of the surrealist revolution phase 20th century
wasted traveler come upon the little wonder box and opens it
out comes butterflies and moon beams reaching for the gone sky
gone in a wave of gnostic caves in the blink of a plastic Jesus eye
the cosmic bum uses the spray paint graffiti universe on the wall
to make a small door in the center of the Mothership anarchy symbol
to make his escape through the filthy curtains of the porno booth sun