cigar shape

[revolutionrabbit]

cigar shape
city of light
shape of a book
of things to come
red tape rape goofy grape
the angle,tangle, dirt bag
mangle, spangle, drag man
jingle jangle fandangle sputnik
cock roach car 1984 where are you?
we seen this all before
Bermuda short story
concrete cohorts chubby
with the radio on thin man
classical gas carnival stiletto
churning clarified butter moon
keep playin them jug band spoons
the monk ate naked lunch the
strange days have shaman us
summon us down tossed us into this
Picasso me like a blue phase clown
take me to the masked crystal ball
to the midnight confession booth drunk
all my hallucinations are history, hers too
all my words are poetry, my spades shades
everglades, chamber maids, cavalcades, fades
black and white TV science fiction toothpaste
puppet masters flabbergast red squirt gun
the Halloween parade with the beatniks
at the far out end, on the bed post over night
good by cruel world I'm off to join a crazy cult
with singing fat ladies and midget megalomaniacs
and poets reciting Nietzsche try to sound not to
preachy, at the Mexican stand off reading
the only real performance, the one that madness
achieves, the one at the end of the Mayan Maya
with a Kerouac wise crack in the middle rages
turn the yellow pages look for the Jesus impersonator
call in the dancing bear smiling mask mother ships gyp
don't flip me the bone on the little Swiss knife telephone