(1) While the violets of night are drooping their petals
and the soldiers of war are burning their medals; the president of life smiles on
and on . . .
(2) papa ramsey had a rabbit
hopping with a bad dope habit.
bunny said: 'I'm dreaming lazy'.
papa screamed: 'that's cause
'crazy, shit!', yelled bunny boo.
I'm nodding heavy because of you!
'you drown your mind with the telly,
n soak your soul with beer n deli.
don't preach to me of rhyme n reason
as you continue doing treason.
yelling thus, the rabbit hopped,
out the door, down staris he bopped,
out to the street,
out to his shell,
out to his hot unending hell.
(3) funny liquid; funny places;
deathly water; piggy maces.
it's a drag.
that's my bag.
but do not fear
the blind man's cries
n do not steer
'way from his eyes.
for at the end
where lights explode
n all pains blend
in mind's abode . . .
(4) we'll share the everlasting blasting of the eternal mockingbird committing us to quasar pulses rushing geometrically across the murky void so filled with the etherally rabid souls of einstein, van ronk, n the other madmen chanting their mea culpas of self-inflicted needles wrapped in the nirvana of post-humanoid souls . . .
rest now, bother.