Today I Saw Kilgore Trout

Talk of heaven! ye disgrace earth
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

Today I saw Kilgore Trout
Italian opera blasting from my open car windows on a sunny morn
Cigarette hanging from my sunglassed face, cup of coffee in hand
I saw an old bum across the road in an industrial estate
A moment I will remember; a brass rubbing of my fate

Today I saw Kilgore Trout
At first I thought he was in trouble, his bags spilled across the floor
But the I see he is resting, enjoying what’s appearing to his mind
His wiry tentacles communicating with god
We acknowledge each other with a nod

Today I saw Kilgore Trout
Across the streams of morbid fucks ploughing their way
Black holes of unhappiness working to make their lives bleaker
But I feel joy communing with this raggerdy unknown
He has no place in this world, an unseen rainbow on his throne


Today I saw Kilgore Trout
He is telling me emptiness is form, form emptiness
Extricate thyself from self, don’t inverse them morals to your wealth
Life is light through the prism of you soul, we're the blue in the sky
There’s no substance to them clouds, they disintegrate as they pass us by

Today I saw Kilgore Trout

By Albi Vinehart