satellitajupita,
i loved the poem, but why the past tense? who knows, i might hook up with a bawdry street band in amsterdam. i’m leaving tomorrow and meeting jack and levon in newark, then on to london, glascow, amsterdam, antwerp. my first landing on european soil outside of the luxuriant seduction of spain. the pipe will be empty of poems for two weeks, at least from this end. but it will be full of hash. crucibles igniting beside the canal. you can be sure that i will light one in your honor. hey, i made the dean’s list! aldous