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Idea ends up

flushed down the toilet

    I hate when that happens

       so the lion roars

            and the hens listen

but I’m still wild

               on the ideas

       of the poetic wanderer

             and muses of fire

    and the ice age

                   is already melted

before anyone knows

                that it has arrived

and my verse

is rectified

by my madness

      and the malcontent

   of social disorder

       dispels the mythology

and harangues daunt

          and taunt us

      out loud again and again

   drank fine beer

         outside Union Square Park

and perpetually stymied

            by Rimbaudien delusion

the hashish wasn’t

              good enough

and I couldn’t get high enough

    to impress the Fugs

  or run along the boulevard

                in delirious delight

and in the end of it all. . .

          there is yet to be

              an end of it all. . .