william burroughs is dead
but he left his will
it said to my cats i leave the farm and my guns,
i leave body to worms,
i leave my words to infect the world
i leave my spirit to the ghost of a chance
and the wild boys get the violence
and the nova police arrest their own corruption
and my publisher gets a naked lunch on me
david cronninberg can have my yage letters
david bowie gets my place of dead roads
the junky can have the ticket that exploded
the exterminator can have a holiday in the city of red nights
but captain mission gets the soft machine.