Casino Royale
Las Vegas
We were somewhere around Barstow, at the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, …
Here I sit
Broken hearted.
I don’t wanna be without you, babe
I don’t want a broken heart
Don’t wanna take a breath without you, babe
I don’t wanna play that part
heartless
The Tin Woodman
Tin foil hat
Conspiracy theory
Moon shot
Moon Amtrak
Moon dancer
Brown-eyed girl
Black Magic Woman
Raven hair and ruby lips,
Sparks fly from her fingertips.
The ones I see get me so horny
Ruby lips, and teeth like pearls
On the horns of a dilemma
Between a rock and a hard place
Up a creek without a paddle