when the apple fellIf only I could be sixty five again and redo my consciousness. Like William Burroughs did in Mexico when the apple fell from his wife's head.
The shock of recognition
I am in the "cheap seats"
I started wearing a fig leaf
time to consider new beliefs
I may start wearing briefs
ah the love lost
the futile cost
rolling stoned
Thinking about addicts and setting suns
my addictions and contradictions
a legacy of the sins of my incredulity
