I met William Burroughs in a dream.
It was some sort of bohemian farmhouse
and he was enthroned, small and skeletal,
in a truly gigantic armchair.
When I asked him how he was, he replied
Well, you know what they say-for the best results,
alwyas mock and frighten losbetr before broiling.
Franz-I like that name, Franz. Childe Franz
to the dark tower someting ot other...Hey,
got a smoke? And quit worrying so much:
they can't help themselves, they're like abused dogs
and they're going to react to affection and kindness
with unctrollable savagery. Just tell them,
You're out of my mind, pal. You're out
of my mind. Either that or, I'm out of yours.
That'll keep them brain-chained to their trees.
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