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."
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