AGE OF BEHAVIOR (1984) We’ve been waiting so long… first there was “Hair”, “Easy Rider”, British Tribal Music, Stonehenge Free Festivals...

World servant on vacation… not my life at all in reality, I have no body, this tiny veil of sanity does not cover my bare, bloody bones…...

saturday boardwalk pawn neon night quirky buzzing place bells in penetrating wilderness I hear the beat of every shadow that slowly...

I raise my eyes The street is empty Free of Complicated people No one talks loud Nothing troubles the wind Beyond time Doesn’t mean...

once a beggar in Amsterdam's dim quiet districts - always a beggar once whipped - whipped always once in the gutter - ends up in the...

so you got on the bus it maybe ain't Greyhound but better than none & headed directly Nepal the delectable reasonable target for the...

How many substances can alter your very next evening & make it feel like a desert stop unpredicted a Jesus car-wreck predestined...

slam the wing boy break another seal bongo jazz rockets on roof-tops of colony – just an image walking by the room and moldy labels...

Her body – Jewish, perfect smells of death in the river Indian beads, dead tulips larks in gore satin the fire licking their tongues...

the cheese moon has failed yet once again drowned in the bare mercury river's dip passing houseboats' juxtapoints colonies of river monks...

honor, this cases harmony? impressed that this thing, universe, the experience, and its conditions, affectations aesthetical oscillations...

am I, in the glory of birth or in the madness of whiskey mistaken, in white conclusions drums that led me here were shy important grisly...

Tales of forests and water of the great primal soup we drown in greenness of their eyes cosmic travelers of some deeper deep sleeping on...

she had an aquamarine latte that night. wonder what kind of latte that was up to this day... I joined her. The table must've been some...

sonar sonar Turkish coffee lice aroma sofa Mozart solar flares blaze gouts & spouts trouts kick out & gather where ex-mare nights of...

My mouth, open breath stinks of the whole ugly day that day stinks of man's whole history stinking of chance, unnecessary births to the...

had a conversation w/ Brel's ghost last night strangely sun still up & tripled blurred as a warning obsolete shimmering while the moon...

Have I just heard Blake's dulcet voice commenting my childish joy annexing my innocent being stroking my primal most intimate instincts &...

Riding your spine elevator on heroin legs fat bug agents of delirium crumble through high rise busstops of your brainwatch filled w/ fire...

she was stretched out there leaves pattern on dirt bed leaving blueprints of laters, maybes in the eyes of others mandalas to the eyes of...