Billy Cancel need a cosmic ray lamp or something to revisit the time when     i put a white jacket on     lit a cigarette so     a pulsating halo adorned me     while the whole aspect convulsed in     some anachronistic sheen ‘til it became too     difficult to find an audience for such     pompous repertoire & it was assumed someone     missed the road to the dump but     there have been     100 reports of the creature’s existence since         narcissus      squared blow back     it’s about what’s hidden muffled or     pushing up from under infinite pastel backdrop treasonable criticism blue junk squad         where      i failed to evoke the feel & buzz of the peppermint lounge     being a soft guy with dark areas that     was romesville where i lost it before i moved     here to sucker garden’s     earthy tones organic palette     hardly a hey martha story right?