Freewheelin' Spontaneity

Touch me. I can't feel a thing right now, 'cause I'm not all here. When I say here, I don't mean mentally. Mentally I'm the igloo that you can't see, don't shower inside in forwards with a worth you could handle--more aligned than rightful's opportunity anyday of the winking barbell symphony you can stand inside, with a record, uh, player. Recorder round, get it? Touch me so I can get you. Have you, want you, won
t by the time this notebook is through, mail this sent letter clear across borderline statelines mental minds got themselves shackled, all stuckled up inside the same humdrum jailroner rinner thin-struck candle-streaking cellophane plastic-wrappers I'll Say Goodnight Ev'ry Morning After song that comes, yes, ain't it real fun sayin' damn dame, goodnight to y-o-o-o--u-u-u-u?

Say goodnight more times to being touched, see, when I can't find my way around the gypsy curls of old memory, odes memory come tribute for the wainright right-wing leftist zealot pophetic prophetic malcalyptic majestic cryptic wings don't DIGEST these overflamed nonsencial derivative adjectives! Don't harken the hampered synanyms! Don't mistake the misunderstood sins o' this generation falls inside of & wonders why ev'ry grinnin' ijit comes round, says Why I wanna Die When I Haven't Lived?

Nao, don't ask me why I ramble like a drunk, & don't ask me why I'm sober 27 hours of the day, 9 days a week, 12 weeks a month, 32 years a decade, now gimme my lucky cigarette 'cause I've got a beat in my mind, I've got a time in my righteyelid, s'coming round close & you know I know you think this time's all wasted, can't find a story to tell less it sells itself to me, y'know out on the corner of 7th & 32nd avenue, over by the Sailor's department where all the drunk bards hang out, call themselves poets & thinkers & philosophers, say they got a good thing going, talking existential matters of matterless formations of pseudo-fauxity, what's a foe to me that can't be a friend inside a hankerdown-thin dream? Don't wkae up in an hour see another mind, kiss me good, see, & touch me fine--heed fine the song inside, beats low, thums harder, breath stippens, lust want love carnivore symphony sylabble creates wishes aligned, no matter the instance divide, & sees they themselves t'wards the coffeecups overjoyous to be drunk dreaming up: "Yes yes yes swirl me 'round your mouth, you want good time all night ALL NIGHT WE SAY ALL NIGHT why drink my streams create real good time, all night I SAY."

& y'know I know we know nobody can disagree after seven cups & can't even keep still through foggy mess-ruins the mind inside alive I'll how ever be, won't say a goddamn thing this yet for the life I know exists beyond their bordered windowsills thick & foggy, ruined by Christmas & repentin' by that Spring, that memory, new memory on the road to create, more careless hearts to break, more virginity's to take & recreational mornings to bake, more evenings to wake & take away the toilet from that gat damn telephone, boy, them's coffeehouse philosophers coming 'round here sometime soon, & gee baby, ain't I rambled on enough time for you?

Until next night when I think of a story to think, & see-through this untamed beast keeps me right the mind for writin' all-night 'till my life's end comes true. Cheers.