Bad Craziness Rising
Walking into the Cosmos Bar
In Soi Cowboy in Bangkok
The City of Lost Angels.
That nefarious den
of iniquity and evilness
Twenty drinks too sober.
I sat down at that bar
Watching the mad scene unfold
The naked ladies dancing.
Drinking one scotch, one bourbon
And one Singha beer.
With my buddies.
the whole motley
Jack Daniels crew.
Drinking with Mr. Baker Beam, Jim Beam, Mr. Blanton
Mr. Booker, Elijah Craig, Jack Daniels
George Dickel, Thomas H. Handy, Basil Haydens
Henry McKenna, Old Mr. Forester, Mr. Jameson
Mr. Nester, David Nichols, Benjamin Prichard,
George T. Stagg, Colonel E.H. Taylor,
Johny Walker, Evans Williams, William Larue Weller
W.L. Weller Pappy Van Winkle, and his old Grand Dad.
The scent of bad craziness
Hung in the air like
A sexed-up durian fruit.
an over-ripe mango girl
Desperately seeking to have sex
With wild, dressed-up bananas
Running around with the Orange Man.
Down the Street,
the Moon, looks out on the mad scene
Sniffs the air, saying,
“Man, this is bad craziness”
And runs away to join her lover the Sun
In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness
The Planet Mars, not amused, chases after the maiden Venus
Under the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto
The Moon and the Sun rent a room in the Hotel Venus
Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner
Cosmic shit kickers, out for a night of Earth bashing
The Earth trembles, shaken
Moans with passion, and I awake
Saying, that was bad craziness.
Out there on the edge
Between the inner me and the outer zone
I went on down that road heading to hell
Just as fast as I could drink it all down.
And met me a lady, an outlaw lady on the far side.
Money, power, and passion rolled up in a bundle
Electric chemistry fills my head,
Zapping my brain into demented muscles
As I give in to the
“bao bao ya yah Madi “ madness
Bad craziness overwhelmed me.
All around me.
As paranoid, pulsating images scream out
With mad passion, and demented noises
The night turns ugly fast
And very, very weird
Weirdness in the air
The scent of bad craziness.
As the wild things come out to play.
The moon is freaked out
The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
And I say to myself, I’m just another cosmic Guy
On the loose, on the edge, on the wild side of things
Watching the show unfold, I wonder,
Is this all nothing but a cosmic drunken bum show?
Who is the star, who is she – the naked maiden up there in the bar
Black, leather jackets on stage naked visions of nightly lust
Dancing with an attitude that could kill an elephant in heat
And the Moon continues to dance across the evening sky
Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off.
Yet another night in the city of demented lunatic hell’s angels
Finally, rest as the sun comes up casting its evil eye over the sleeping city
Dispelling the bad craziness for a spell.
Blasting the wild things back to hell.
The masks come back on
And I walk down the road
Putting everything back into the box.
Until the next night of bad craziness
Let’s the wild beast within
Escape its leash.
Bad craziness rising yet again.