Tick tick gone gone.
White dove fall,
surrounded in glow,
beamed the side of his face.
Tick tick gone gone.
Kerouac mama poking,
time flows like the dirty river.
Saw her in the library,
then Parnell on the mezzanine screaming.
The aliens and muses,
and the horrific witch smiling.
Take the tape,
dried up runes.
Tick tick gone gone.
