is everybody in?

poetry comes to me like blankets when i don't need them

electric poetry from the lizard king are tales of things that will never happen

or have they? 

poetry comes to me like white rice when i need some pasta, but i comes.

I'll invite you to read some of Jim's writings ,

and yes, forget the world, forget the people, forget the drugs

and find what is in, 

is everybody in?? the show is about to begin...

Black Polished Chrome

The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
and smiling coolly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
the shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair.

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you.