It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.
My eyes have fallen
So helplessly here I drown
On the earth
So ever selfishly
I won’t stand
For it all
For isn’t me
I've felt the coldness of my winter: I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin...
I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins,
eyes and ears full of marijuana,
eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border
or laying in a hotel room over the body of some suffering man or woman;
rather jar my body down the road, crying…