On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.

The dial clocks in at smooth jazz
And out the window californias
a smudge of wild finger paintings.

We dreamed until we would die.
My father still holding his whiskey
My mothers sloppy forgiveness.  
The kitchen roaring and swaying
Louder then bottle rockets Screaming across the restless suburbs.
For one nite we faded like a universe of
Creation.   For one nite we came back like comets predictable yet unforgettable.  
For one nite we didnt scream.
For one nite we lit up the world.

The boys of my generation died!
Half their faces smile without teeth.
Every whers the same black or grey
Half alive like their moms.
They brought my best friend down
So his problems could live.
I saw his family kick him out
If you cried with him
Id have no sympathy
They brought my cousin down
Because he couldnt be free.
Finished now
The preacher will see.
Somone sold  my cousin down
Because his mind was never free.
He was my cousin
Weakened with a problem
Broken like a fantasy.
He was my cousin
Living for a dream.
Unremembered crusader
Over come his tortured dreams
He will go at thirty
As if his mom has called him
The son she didnt need.
He was my cousin
And well die never free.

Young spiked headed lovers
Orange like silken hairs sprouting
On salmon eyes.
You can only die!

My ***! Walt Whitman & Ginsberg inc.
I didnt *******!
I didnt eye tea black boys
Tonite my ***! Yes da one
And ubiflated cabage cloud
Hipped out like blue
Trowsetes
Died acidiniated
Lying greenish like salmon
Pink milk
***** sweat pull
Blacked
With satin smooth fantasy
I rotted likeke pecked tomatoes.
******* and left acient in prune meat.
By pass products of crates bigger
Like patatoe famine
Off of grain
Feeding stock bull fabrics.
Letrexaxing condense
As is strangers mated publicly.

my mouth opened with like a catchers glove
and stopped a rat from running away home.
Nothing else was meant to be enjoyed more
then the vine i tossed away like a free walk.