"The first time I discovered death... me and my mother and father, and my grandmother and grandfather, were driving through the desert at dawn. A truckload ofjhit another car or something- there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. I was just a kid, so I had to stay in the car while my father and grandfather went to check it out. I didn't see nothing- all I saw was funny red paint and people lying around, but I knew something was happening, because I could dig the vibrations of the people around me, and all of a sudden I realized that they didn't know what was happening any more than I did. That was the first time I tasted fear... and I do think, at that moment, the souls of those dead Indians- maybe one or two of them-were just running around, freaking out, and just landed in my soul, and I was like a sponge, ready to sit there and absorb it."
.. "Naked we come and bruised we go,
soft pastry for the soft worms below
This is my poem for you
Great funky flowing flowered beast
Great perfumed wreck of hell
Great good disease and summer plague
Great God-damned shit assed mother fucking freak!
You lie, you cheat, you steal, you kill
You drink the southern madness swill
Of greed
You die utterly and alone
Mud up to your braces, someone new in your knickers?
. And who would that be?
You know, you know much more than you let on
Much more than you betray
Great slimy angel whore
You've been good to me
You really have
Been swell to me
Tell them you came and saw
And looked into my eyes
And saw the shadow of the guard receding
Thoughts in time
And out of season -
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road and
Leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason - "