Naked Poem (found from Naked Lunch - W.Burroughs)

ace eyes light up like a pinball machine… Eager beaver wooing him much too fast…
vending machine routes… varying degress of transparency… how can you expect a body to be healthy with it’s brains washed out? nothing but replicas… One person in the world with millions of separate bodies…as far as the eye can see…

gone away thru an invisable door, leaving his empty body sitting there at the desk…smile bright and cold as snow in sunlight…fluoroscopic…music down a windy street…a wild broken innocence… in the coal bin all cocks are the same…look down the line before you travel there…

your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer…impressions dissolve in the light…rusty orange flame…piece of moon smoke hangs in china blue sky…cold liquid air…time jumps like a broken typewriter…leave for unkown places with unkown purposes…

images fall slow and silent like snow…serenity…all defenses fall…everything is free to enter or to go to… I was no swimmer and lost my clemintine… loneliness moans across the continent like fog horns over still oily water of tidal rivers… vulture wings husk in the dry air… dying jackal slobbering silver under the desert moon… lazarus go home…

the copulating rhythm of the universe flows through the room, a great blue tide of life… gentle pink dawn, pink as candles on a little girl’s birthday cake, pink as spun sugar, pink of sea shell, pink as cock pulsing in a red fucking light… I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants, a body…mosaic of sleepless nights…

wake shivering in the east texas dawn…go thru the peeled landscape…in vaudeville skirts… counterpoints of idiocy undreamed…a mirror lined café… be just and if you can’t be just be arbitrary… give me two cunts and a prick of steal and keep your dirty finger out of my sugar bum…

and there he is, toothless old woman face and cancelled eyes… life is a school where every pupil must learn a different lesson…