(Built from Ken Kesey chapter titles,
"Electric Kool Aid Acid Test")
But aren't we all embarked
on the crypt trip? That gravest of
journeys ending with
them dressing our shell
in our only Electric Suit left
so they can shovel
that rusky-dusky neon dust
into our stone faces
at the very last (you KNOW
they can't wait for
that part)
No, no, NO, you multitudes
tootling my demise,
give me FIRE! Set me free
on white smoke, let my bones
sizzle into the light
Let the Frozen Jug Band
dance me off to my sleep
No worms for me, friend,
they've chewed on me
long enough
in this damned cops
and robbers game
of Life
I'm inching
toward graduation
so do me right, Diablo,
you're right handy
with FIRE!!
Sprinkle my ashes
in a pretty boat,
pile it with petunias,
torch me a last kiss,
and shove me off
in the Red Tide
I'll wait for you
at the Trips Festival,
corner of Clyde
and Victoria,
young and lithe again,
naked,
in my best
shiny
shit-kickin'
boots
--Jo Vonbargen 2013
"Electric Kool Aid Acid Test")
But aren't we all embarked
on the crypt trip? That gravest of
journeys ending with
them dressing our shell
in our only Electric Suit left
so they can shovel
that rusky-dusky neon dust
into our stone faces
at the very last (you KNOW
they can't wait for
that part)
No, no, NO, you multitudes
tootling my demise,
give me FIRE! Set me free
on white smoke, let my bones
sizzle into the light
Let the Frozen Jug Band
dance me off to my sleep
No worms for me, friend,
they've chewed on me
long enough
in this damned cops
and robbers game
of Life
I'm inching
toward graduation
so do me right, Diablo,
you're right handy
with FIRE!!
Sprinkle my ashes
in a pretty boat,
pile it with petunias,
torch me a last kiss,
and shove me off
in the Red Tide
I'll wait for you
at the Trips Festival,
corner of Clyde
and Victoria,
young and lithe again,
naked,
in my best
shiny
shit-kickin'
boots
--Jo Vonbargen 2013
