JFK, Lewis and Huxley
all die on the same day
only one death goes by
with properly noticed eulogy.
All in contrast to the next–
living blonde haired fantasies,
fantasies in words on pages
flights of mushroom fantasies,
but still fantasy of which
some are more accepted,
all are quite popular
and all have their price mark
on the mortal soul where
it is hard to claim who really
is the prostitute who
prostitutes themselves
for what piece of consciousness.
Like the backing on
corrugated cardboard,
nothing is separate.