Gonzo Poetry

I had run out of it i'm out of it mind you my mind that ran away first by feet then by train paxil was her name a rotundish hard skinned pink pill of a pimp so sleeping a tossing flipping dreaming dream i witnessed a mess messing up a dream: this slot of sliced land jutting with clapboard housing a shouting with roaches a toasting the best of a meal they boasted the strangest of stranglets in a land of strangler piglets; two step eddie backed up to a window owned by a rider, says he with back to a drive-thru widow, 'take this shotgun, won't need it, take this broad sword too, and take this forty-four again won't need it, i'll keep this grenade cause it needs me more -- see that man there , snagged my lawn cutting his own , watch me walk over there. Two-step walks over there and pulls the pin and once again they do like they do the owner of that window was a copy-cop over 44 and says to eddie, 'don't pull that pin you sons of guns, sons of burning suns!" Pin pulled, trigger pressed two slugs in the valley of the deepest cracks of two buns and all is done. And the female dog under the oak toking-tree says to her male friend, 'your banging will wake up the recently dead if you don't stop banging and start more slapping instead; no-step eddie tells the devil he needs to brush his tooth but forgot his teeth brush under the bush. Never cold turkey Paroxetine and slip to sleep on a Monday. :: 06-26-2018 ::