The Good Old Days

We always rode
the late night trains

or walked
by moonlight
to the next hit
in the distance

Stardust fever
was an addiction

Salivating tongues
licked the universal flux
and synchronicity
was as common
as the sun
rising each morning

We huddled close
to the junkies

or kissed the streets
and the golden feet
of homeless gurus
singing silent stories
long forgotten
by civilization

Central heating
was our savior

and we slept like babies
medicated with a pacifier of gin

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