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 Flowerchild
with PearlBud,
Petals of Blues,
Needle Stem:
By Nelson Gary
In a shooting
gallery close to China town, Janis Joplin gorgedon the psychedelicatessen
using one needle after the next for a cocktail stick in her bloodstream.
Tripping on Owsley purple dot, until her habit expanded as she
did like Alice in Wonderland while the cocktail stick did the
same in proportion,
metamorphosing the needle into the fuselage of a rocket that
dripped and spurted the sparkle of China White stars from the
dropper at the slow motion drama of the tease of a cow girl’s
sensuous thumb in extended lysergic trails as if a R. Crumb hitch-hiker
to flag down a space trucker (Keep on truckin’).
Eight
miles high her pearl face
was the moon reflected in the dressing room mirror |
With her finger on
the BUTTON, the thumb pressed down on the launching pad plunger
filling the disposable syringe with blood’s red stripe quickly
rippling into stripes in dispersion against the heroine’s white
skin, shooting the soft, hot dissemination of pale, white horse,
apocalyptic stud, in explosions of fifty stars, the spectacle
of Chinese New Year’s condensed into a high pure enough to dread
in a patch of vein as blue as the sky.
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