Somewhere warm in the brier of salad days 1969
Or was it on the Appaloosa Turnpike turn off ?
Carnival of Pandemonium corkscrewed in & out
Convertible yawning at untamable wind tempo
Dry skull and cigarette hanging on roadway curve
Hallucination, cloud smack purple breathing OM
Vibrations palpable touching lips to grizzled bone
Deserts of Elysian tombstones beam nighttime sun
Vexed waxen nettled pallid pale bellicose bemused
Great wraith of cryptic past,Oh Lord I'm out of gas.