Bukowski hated MIcky Mouse
Posted: December 6th, 2016, 7:49 pm
when I was five years old they opened Disneyland
five miles away from my home in Anaheim
my mother took me there and I went on some rides
I remember being on a little boat that was swallowed
by a whale, I remember some rocket ship simulation
I am not sure what went through my five year old mind
but it was kinda a lonely thing because my mother
did not go on the rides with me, so I grew up with
that so-called magical kingdom just down the road
but I only went there once in a awhile, I was always
looking forward to the new rides, my dad did not like
going there, I only recall him going there one time
so it was always kinda weird for me, because I was
always on the rides by myself
years later when I was fifteen they would not let me in
the park because my hair was too long, which was that
I had a duck tail in back, i grew my hair longer because
the surfers did, another time they let me in the park
but they would not let me in the teenage dances
I guess they thought I was a little revolutionary
because my hair was a little too long
when I was seventeen on new years eve 68' I dropped LSD
with my friends and we went to Disneyland
it was a kind of crazy sixties thing to do
so I was on the Alice in wonderland ride on acid
really insane, there was another ride where we were injected
in a huge needle like molecules into a body so that was the ride
to be infinitely tiny and see the inside of our bodies
I had not had a bad trip in experience so far in the hand full of
times or so I had tripped so far, but this was not a good trip
I was seeing things about this futuristic amusement park
that gave me the creeps, Mickey Mouse started to look sinister
I had a weird feeling that there was a lot more going under
the surface of the magical kingdom, i was not hallucinating
I was seen through the hallucination that is Disneyland
I had a kind of vision of what was hidden underground there
I never went back there again, i saw that Disneyland was
was the future that was being planned, a kind of sinister
make believe world, that hid the real world they had planned
no wonder that a great poet like Bukowski hated Mickey Mouse
five miles away from my home in Anaheim
my mother took me there and I went on some rides
I remember being on a little boat that was swallowed
by a whale, I remember some rocket ship simulation
I am not sure what went through my five year old mind
but it was kinda a lonely thing because my mother
did not go on the rides with me, so I grew up with
that so-called magical kingdom just down the road
but I only went there once in a awhile, I was always
looking forward to the new rides, my dad did not like
going there, I only recall him going there one time
so it was always kinda weird for me, because I was
always on the rides by myself
years later when I was fifteen they would not let me in
the park because my hair was too long, which was that
I had a duck tail in back, i grew my hair longer because
the surfers did, another time they let me in the park
but they would not let me in the teenage dances
I guess they thought I was a little revolutionary
because my hair was a little too long
when I was seventeen on new years eve 68' I dropped LSD
with my friends and we went to Disneyland
it was a kind of crazy sixties thing to do
so I was on the Alice in wonderland ride on acid
really insane, there was another ride where we were injected
in a huge needle like molecules into a body so that was the ride
to be infinitely tiny and see the inside of our bodies
I had not had a bad trip in experience so far in the hand full of
times or so I had tripped so far, but this was not a good trip
I was seeing things about this futuristic amusement park
that gave me the creeps, Mickey Mouse started to look sinister
I had a weird feeling that there was a lot more going under
the surface of the magical kingdom, i was not hallucinating
I was seen through the hallucination that is Disneyland
I had a kind of vision of what was hidden underground there
I never went back there again, i saw that Disneyland was
was the future that was being planned, a kind of sinister
make believe world, that hid the real world they had planned
no wonder that a great poet like Bukowski hated Mickey Mouse
