Oakwood owl counting
pilgrims at the Stryx end gate,
"Whooo passes this night?"

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Drunken Poet's Dream

I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream

1 comment:

Margadant said...

". . . wild as Rome, likes being naked and gazed upon . . . ." Drunk or sober, that's always been the dream.