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Habitual ritual,
this daily nightly.
I gutter rut stuff till
I’m glaringly blaringly
zombiefied,
zoned and honed
to satellite signals
from seventy five.

Hooterville Eb
dangly gangly
totally tranquilly
hip man, hired hand
fairingly so barely bone sparingly,
bachelor bung holed up in a barn.
Hots cakes at dawn
and hots cakes at dusk.
Old Man Douglas got a cornstalk stuck so far up his…
well, you know the rest.

Buddha, Buddha
on my TV.

Caroliner Gomer,
boner pullin’ Jonah
slack jawed hick
very groovy peacenik,
grindin’ down The Man plan
with caissons of kindness
for call-girls, conmen
and rainy day stray-men.
Grunt-man Carter got the K-rations crammed so far up his…
well, you know the rest.

Jesus, Jesus
on my TV.

I’m glaringly blaringly
zombiefied,
zoned and honed
to satellite signals
from seventy five.