I met Neal Cassady in West Texas, playing guitar and babbling ba ba bas in his strumming lines of stream of consiousness in the last patch of green left standing in the arid smoke filled sky. I met Carlo Marx softspoken shuffling steps in the red dirt. I drank wine on ice with Gary Snyder, and smoked ciggarettes with a young Sylvia Plath. The swingset squeals make heaven music with the train track tracks cracking and bumping in sex rythem cars, under the stars, all eyes for the beatnicks being swallowed by the forrest sky at night. Red threads bit and stick and salt innuendo, parachutes and wind to catch us on our descent, cat in the hat on speed, laughing in cars, child eyes wide cautiously optimistic, STRUM STRUM STRUM, Torso to the side and chin down, STRUM STRUM STRUM, torso down and lips open, STRUM STRUM STRUM and gear shifting is difficult on the way back home, desexed and closed to the house with christmas lights and poets sleeping on the floor. spitfire or southern belle left twisting in the sheets dreambean in cotton coocoon, will return again soon and we'll sing this song to wake up our dorment dreams
this old paper pulp /n elementery notes
yes or no
maybe always everything such means so
much
school boy crush what a rushin
tulips (two lips) blusin' mentaly hoden hands
and lavender kisses tumble over the
not so full/fool moon spoon
yikes conapsis!colapsis verbal relapsis lax and dreamy
schoogirl creamy
flower bubbles sprout and bow
little cockatoo namedd REDY early to BED y#
he;s no funny chirpness clap and pluck
bequeathed to fuck
to be guitar string and STRUM and not be STRUNG can EYE s/pend the night
leave that one eYES n/ the AM win this has been done.
colab by g.t and e.o.s.
and theres fire on the roadways bringing us back home. blood spilt and beer shits, fast food wrappers and guilty cigarettes, skeleton wakes up, bones grinding in thier zippers, beat filled jeans, string beans, forever calavera hands, shifting grins and shrugging shoulders, walking back to georgia on the train tracks
I ain't got out of bed yet yet you're rocking and rolling.
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