A multitude of smaller squeaky sock monkeys
Feasting on the chili-pepper based condiments
Left behind by the guy who got his throat slit
Checking on the temperature using cinnabar
Herbert Edwin and Billy Seward were talented junkies
Churning out that Kerouac stream of consciousness
At the Six Gallery reading in a tailored double knit
Innovative psychedelic assemblage of kitchenware
Words stirred together like a manifestation of Scorsese
Hedrick painted while the band played on autonomous
Dancing Christmas trees from beer cans and spit
Musicians of the world drinking from the cuspidor
Glazes of lemon, basalmic vinagrette with the cream cheese
Raised in poverty like Brautigan and all those alcoholics
Electroconvulsive siezures induced when he was deemed unfit
Wearing emotions instead of clothes for the inquisitor
Too young to be a boomer and too old to be an X (like Kesey)
Never believing in a creed or symbolics
Falling together like Meighan and Vacarro bit by bit
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