i am famous..

i am famous
i walked down university ave, before it was the valley of silicone..past the tangent and poppycock...looking for st michaels den...where kids from distant states carefully picked over goodwill clothes to attain that "I don't give a shit what I look like...look."
i passed by the cellar when ginsberg was there , but was on my way to score...more. i knew ferlingetti when he worked for macy's as santa clause...he wore camouflage...
kerouac was a pimp of the pavement...an open boxcar door calls to some like a street corner whore, both demand a price...

i am famous
i smoked a joint with ginsberg's boy of the week. I panicked. I was sure he slipped me a mickey. I bolted from the room, checking to see if my underwear was turned backwards.
i am famous
i touched janice joplin before she died in the early morning hours... trampled to death by a white horse... that i rode, too.
i lived in the house of the merry pranksters...my house mentioned in ken kesey's cool aid acid test
i am famous
i invented the smoke filled balloon...i walked the be ins with balloons filled with the smoke of wowie maui..and panama red, giving shotguns to friends of the earth. the crowd cheered as i released them, when the cops neared...

i invented the string tacked to the ceiling with a clip at the end...no more did the circle have to be unbroken...just swing it across the room.
i am famous for scarring unsuspecting faces, who were not expecting a joint from across the room...and sparks exploded
i am famous
for coming close to a near life experience...
it opened my eyes...i saw the dark in a different light.
i once took acid and spent all night in a closet...curled up...curled up...curled up...
a turtle on the shelf above me was my friend
i am famous
i made the front page during an all out riot...the city burned on the westside...where all the long haired hippies took to the street...it burned on the eastside... where dark skinned warriors sent us smoke signals... this war was indeed televised.
the front page picture showed me shirtless...in the background a street lined with hundreds of helmeted police...teargas drifted in the air.
i am famous
i was the symbol of anti war...i was crossing the street looking to score. i didn't give a fuck about peace and war
i am famous
i know where the key to the under ground is hidden, where the lost poets keep all their secrets stashed in cardboard boxcars, but i cannot tell...
i am famous.

© 2008 Rain