Blackjack Kerouac, bet you walk your dog on the moon, Looking for that cadillac, parked by a lunar lagoon. Outright out-of-sight, she walked into the room, Tripping on a Trilobite, she brought back from the moon, Yes she did ! These are invisible words to the world... Catch a verb, Ginsberg, keep it in your big box of sky, Chasing up your fire escape, everytime she tells you goodbye. So sit  tight, watch it right, scurry cross the floor of the room, Looks like that Trilobite, she brought back from the moon, Yes she did ! These are invisible words to the world... Burrough me a deep hole, show me your monster attack, Snacking from a beat-box, what you eat you don’t get back. He’s got a bug-gun, he’s surveying the room, Looking for that Trilobite,she brought back from the moon, Yes she did ! c2010 Ron Renaud