bearded and tireless
he might have faked the manuscript
he had no electricity
made his own music as he went along
had sex with everyone
was well-versed in how it walks
piety and profanation
my hat's off to him
his unearthly zigzag
just holding on for dear life
isolation and substance abuse
I do this, I do that
a messenger of chaos
a flying horse of wild crab language
a voracious post-lysergic romantic
what happened to him?
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