If you’re bored You’re boring. You’ve missed all the strange and wonderful places your     mind would make this morning!

Touring ancient museums, soaring above awfully tremendous lands, Chutes for milligrams of specific, sick sands Euphoric ladders grasped by, trembling, hands but, but …there is a mushroom castle with a mushroom man! No mirror to your green soul, And I shouldn’t say this… *with fairy dust, lighter sole than* in the palm of Peter Pan!

James Dean,
a dead

’31 – ’55

teen,

with millions of fans
Elvis,
Michael,
Pablo,
and all their starving lambs

Already measured,
macerated,
their great lives

Into
so many
Controversial        —
Beloved by Billion
milligrams
Sorry,
But,
Fuck!
Shoot for the stars?
With Neil Young’s “never die” needles?
Good Luck!
And remember…
If you’re bored
You’re boring.
You’ve missed all the strange and wonderful, places
your      mind
would make,
of this.
mourning