Shoot me, he said
topping off Timothy Leary
with a little foam
the beer was strong and tasty
got you drunk on just one sip
two, and you’re sitting on stars
you’re a star yourself,
shining light…
We all shine on, he said
and he did, spanking the white fantastic
blind and be-all god,
dyeing the killing devil
blue with an autograph
buying a little smack with his left hand
with his right he wrote on the board,
“Listen to the color of your dream…”
Listen: it’s good and groovy
listen to the maestro
come together
