1970 lit a sign for the end of feudal cultism in america
after a brief but continuing enlightening

jim sat in the desert walking from school
zarathustra in the sand where ring tails scurried

an emptiness forced a whisper
i am a lizard's king, i could do anything

to noone
it was hot but he could feel a wind

on a road
under white necked birds of prey

you can carry all kinds of dope
pushed up in a sax