Tiki Refuse with Bongos #5
Man, I am so beat...
A genuine hipster.
So cool I don't need a beret.
Dig?
I only smoke European cigarettes
or cloves.
(Reefer? Yeah, some of the jazz cats turned me on to that, man...)
Dig?
Sure, I know Miles and Trane:
Kinda Blue Trane, dig?
They made my scene...
...crazy. Dig?
I've shot H. (That's how beat I am.)
This doesn't enable me to write poetry.
It requires me to write poetry.
Dig?
I'll lay some on you now:
And this junkie Howled to the world
from his solace: a dark and dank crevice
secluded from shattered mirrors reflecting, reflecting, reflecting...
You gave me a name...
But I am beat, so
I reject this! I reject this! I REJECT THIS!
Leave this junkie to his crevice,
howling...
No more, no more. No more.
Yeah, that one just came to me...
Dig?
