Billy Iron, It Was a Helluva Time
(for number fifteen)
Years ago, on some forgotten plane
A child was born, in 25 enhanced dust
Thoughts, dreams, wicked, benign
Billy of the Iron, was born
And, “It was a helluva time.”
Born to the Iron, on brain spray
On “Rails,” on acid
On Budweiser Brain, after the curtain
Came down, way past yesterday
Way beyond tomorrow
The other side of Midnight
Hiding in plain sight
“Billy Iron” was born
And, “It was a helluva time!”
While I drive, and while I sit
Memories are dust
Smiles light, distant doorways
High wire acts, hidden realities
Bathed in blue, sometimes white
Vishnu, Christ, Freya
All reside deep inside
While I piss my pants
To avoid the Long Arm
of the Law!
In Dracula buses
Shit eatin’ grins
Wooden stakes thru all our hearts
Sits Billy Iron
And “It was a helluva time!”
Soon I venture out
Tempt genetic damage
The “Rail” classic, Budweiser Brain
Beyond redemption
Surcease of sorrow, forgetting!
Dreaming, yet remembering
In the fogbank of the Unconscious
Billy Iron, “It was a helluva time!”
© Copyright 1998, Roger A. Lipe
2 Oct 1998
R. Lipe
Hillsboro
Lake House
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