your lineage dissolves in my bones
reclaiming the ape from the ashes of hell
in my veins
i see you rise, Thompson, Burroughs
like Hosea
to deliver me from the falsities
of the vulgar
and the ways of the loathsome and afraid
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aowSGxim_O8
(The path of injection needn't be about drugs, it extends also to the way the ancient Irish bards trained their students to memorize hundreds of complex verse forms), which I too have copied, which is why I can write decent poems off the top of my head).
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