a junk man whirligig all packaged in black carpetbagger moveable type suitcase from Mardi Gras to coup de tat fat Tuesday colored beads crucified neck his flower power hair tête-à-tête the lady standing reading Bukowski knew his archetype a legend a mystery tarnished silver gargoyles enlarged ring finger boneskullery signs of the cross continue to…

??I remember the bitter taste of the pills rammed down our young throats. Our peers were getting thrills from ecstasy, whilst we were in agony, the ironic mirroring did not slip past me. The angels in white coats found their calling in saving our fragile perceptions. El diablo, and his henchman diagnosis, dealt in our…