In memory of Hunter S. Thompson (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005)
Elegy A La Gonzo
Why thinkest thou not of the sages?
For Hunter was that and much more
Consciously unleashing dramatic assaults on our psyches
An erratic investigator; a sagacious degenerate
Clearly discernible as a force of nature
When combined with his comrade in karma.
Surely you catch the reference?
The last working pair of prototypical troglodytes
Wrecking balls in full swing
Aimed squarely at the kisser of social conformity
And its banal expectations of all things obsolete
Knowing that which can't be lost even as the present fades.
For Hunter was that and much more
Consciously unleashing dramatic assaults on our psyches
An erratic investigator; a sagacious degenerate
Clearly discernible as a force of nature
When combined with his comrade in karma.
Surely you catch the reference?
The last working pair of prototypical troglodytes
Wrecking balls in full swing
Aimed squarely at the kisser of social conformity
And its banal expectations of all things obsolete
Knowing that which can't be lost even as the present fades.
Committed to the void, for eons unto madness —
Drift
Through
The
Deepest
Recess
Of
Of
The
Real !
Image courtesy of: A Wolf Illustrations
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