01 October 2005
lysergic acid diethylamide & bad poetry
at th reading
disinterested
th poetry was killing me
and th Lsd was slowAristotle had already told me
not to put effort into that girl
something I knew offhand
for th madness already flowed inside memaybe it war th army jacket
to wear it in th backyard in spring
and watch th flowers battle for soil army stars rose in th ceiling
so I mounted a black horse, sounded a false alarm,
and rode through endless backyardsuntil I found her
settled in a bed of rifles and roses
and I was born again
into a smaller world# posted by hardyf : 17:39
