Free beer (1989)

  

they had an inedible solar powered imagination

that could generate juice off the moon's reflection

in a steam of midnight piss

so; six in the morning, off to pull a binger& harken

the roommate---down the road to topeka,

to puke ah

while renting the roadspace at the tollbooth, 

our driver  bonedaddy at the helm; our booth

operator Dora Lee tapped him on the hand,

tole us have a good day

&so blessed by the psalm olived freshness of sunrise

they shot in front of semi trucks

awful fast carting dangerous

substances of mystery

& light struck the trees from Low across morning hills

causing each leaf to shrug shoulders 

in disbelief, barns were creaking stuffed fulla

yawns of livestock, valleys swept

w/foggy headed implications of Last Nite

we was feeling so good

we mighta drove a wee bit fast cuz the passing

stormtrooper lassoed us with a radar gun blast

----a pair come crackling toward our car

and sez arright boys lets see some

eye D clear keep yer hands out on that blanket

& the harris boys say yessis occifer

squeezing the graffix bong twixt their legs

-----------O the early worm was smart

to squirm out of those talons

of that stainless steel donut disposal system

with only a forty dollar fine

so they felt super duper fine and hosed out the visine,

warshing varnish off the skull of america

cattle asleep at the breakfast table

dreamed our beautiful speed as we spit out windows

at hallucinations of their reality,

the exhaust of our old selves

made us dizzy, stench of roadkill hamburgers

from hardees, hey lets stop and get

raccoon tail hats, mister bonedaddy at the

helm smearing us down the toast toward boulder

colorado-------What is ahead

whatever is in our Heads------car the size

of hummingbird, radio singing

ballads of voodoo stock car drivers

we know we ain't make it to heaven,

we just wanna free beer

we just want it to exist, we could care less

about biggest Jackelopesr

nor 666 ounce steak deals if you eat it all

nor earrings of hitch hiking inmates

better they crawl than ride our brand,

we sting we swill we skewer

we rest at a STOP. urinate, polish our uzzi

to go hunting the oriental furnishings crapped out

in utility factories for the weak We Wanna Wear

styrofoam disco diapers,

pee in our pants with Pride,

We Wanna free beer & can imagine

it there a seventy story grain silo at the end

of this high way, spigots running out

five pound chunks of ice kicked about

by bison guarding the tankard with telepathic surgery

cutting out our reason

planting wooly lust for thunder, the rush

of the road, getting gone, sitting

in front of the page

22 going on 23

my mind races my minds purpose on the brow

faster than the guestimation station

1989 lawrence to st louis,

        then straight to boulder,

        back to lawrence, K.U.