Tragic desolate soul
Traversing universe
Guided by The Spirit
Out of my goddamn mind
Brandy is fine
Uppers quicker
Slow blow by Ginsberg
Softens the all else
New York's not my home
Wolfe would have howled
At stark raving moon
I feel his death
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