a small trip down through the winding way down some serpentine stone
every moment accounted for with the rest of the populace and all alone..

down the road with the gas station right and the distant distance stance-
hazy mountain first taken and the seething teeth of the milling ant..

i crossed with great aplomb with that hat trash grin of the genius..
rose the sliding door of dark still gulped and touched my *****..

into the hush into that great blackness of dazzling blithe colour
i thought what do i want..what..before the  reaper  bone

carried me off..what do we  want..?mushrooms are down
that little *** of stuff incredibly annoying not much for less than

a dollar..there is decorum and order..there are ******* clad women
a secure i t y..house and job a good education for our children..

bread and shelter round the corner not so much some ice cream..
****** corpses litter the way ..mmm..

yes,it´s well to remember what we have to remember ..
eggs milk and some very cheap beer..

and that rather ***** old told sorry toad-a future..
who to tell?a short stay in hell..was that rimbaud..?

he was a gun runner..now,a lemon in which to stick
peppers to keep the flies away..love and kisses

that is free..toms are cheap and rich in me..
what else..i wish to die when i please..

that seems to be a basic human right..
some cold drinks for it is hot..

some human way off to the cashier..
is that all..now..