After The Galilee Hitch-Hiker by Richard Brautigan
"Hey Jesus, spin that dial around to nine
‒ you ain't the only creature with a load ‒
get busy making water into wine
and stack some dusty goujon for the road."
"Hey Charles, the diamond fracture and the fear
of sanity discovered dissipate
‒ your cat's eye contemplate a million year ‒
with hurdy-gurdy coffee at the plate."
"Hey Richard, dig your funeral and flag
fly over desiccated memory
‒ all wrap up neatly into flower bag ‒
that lower like remembered absentee."
"Hey Boy, don't you got any tales to tell?
'Tis prophecy that serve the Devil well."