Poem # 32

With a falling selfindulgence
the neon marches glowed
as contemplative newsboys
stretchedout in battered
poverty.

The music horizontal saloon
was hitching beautiful.
Her nightgown curlyharied
blond my monk mouthpiece
sucked breasts.

A life of beer and
flowers
she was saintly weird
with her complex dignity
thoughtfully aligned.

It was a true monkey beast
of identity acid
thawing behavior
of berserk mescaline
language.

It was time for a gasoline
amputation. An electric
contact of a decapitated
religious metal stranger.

An experimental rubbish orgasm
with explosive rumsmoke
taperecorders
flopping controls with
wounded connections
hypnotize screaming
phosphorescent junk
dust cigarette smoking.

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