cosmic ballyhoo

persistant mothers-in-law conjure me up

I fly in acceleration on a broom into the

unconsciousness, shrugging shrewdness,

I´ll take a blue neon bloom.

Oh Lord, what can I do

except shuffling through the simper

simple-minded surface?

I am going to wear a

made-to-measure trenchcoat

just need a significant trickery

to trash all this traumatic

reality-photocopies

to get the gravity going

rowing and swinging through

corals in cosmic ballyhoo!

Tom Wolfe