Did you get busted for waking nightmares and drugs?/ Turpentine alley and guns and booze and laughs, cast out into the garden of evil, Angeles/ Summer heat is like paradise lost in music praying within dreams that shatter in sins/ You're so cool, cherry rush in Ginsberg Gatsby blur beautiful America/ Noise and pastel serpentine, whiteness opal sunshine and all love divine. -V
From @vmmscorpio