Poem

[Ron Jennings]

well, i didnt hate it. ;)
BTW- what kind of alcohol?  seems like it must be a very special brew...
rj

> Nik Turner on a mountain
> with his elbows to the wind
> piping on his blasphemous sax
> rejected by the Gods
> This is a vision of Space Rock,
> Natch, and it sustains me,
> and, by the way, this is the
> only thing that was as impossible
> as the Giant Moon one night,
> Nik's Henchment firing off
> potent illusions, unlikelihoods of
> sound, "returning volumes of
> sound", like those bouncing off of
> the nearest mountain side, brown
> and harboring crystals indifferent to
> the sky,
> The Space might never hear
> Hawkwind's heartfelt, but
> possibly misfired, lament for it
>
>
>
> Charlie