The fish are wall-eyed pike caught in the hands of a
pure young brave from an even purer stream.
Thebread of dreams falls to the earth
in a field alive with wildflowers.
The birds are overjoyed
and now as they fly
they see another sky.
The Doctor in heaven watches over us.
The dream virus is the antidote
and the winged spread it.
Fish in the frying pan.
Whistling blue skies.
The ghost of William smiles.
(To William Seward Burroughs) Patti Smith.-
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