in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts...

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to heaven!

I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss