CRYSTAL CID
There's a City near an ocean, which like cities long before
is made of streets and stadiums and buildings full of floors
which are filled themselves with denizens who whisper, "Oh, dear lord....
take me somewhere, anywhere, but here, oh, I implore
I've been here for so damn long that I can't take it anymore!!"
I, myself, will say this often, over the din of the yelling and coughing,
the screams of those who lie awake at night, those who stay out late to drink and fight
or do whatever we must do to make our minds take flight...
Weed there is, that one can buy, that gives you Chinese eyes
and pills that glow with many co
Crystal Cid Revisited by CouncilofGandalf, literature
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Crystal Cid Revisited
CRYSTAL CID - REVISITED
His name since birth was Psilocyber, but they called him Crystal 'Cid
though clear he hardly ever was in what he said and did
Psilocyber was his name, and psilocybin was his game
It grew in his apartment, in the closet, in the drains
and his once-a-monthly harvest brought him temporary fame
and momentary monetary gains
He lived for a day on the money he made
and then died for the next twenty-eight...
He lived alone and like a leech, a squatter and a mooch,
relentlessly smoking, eventlessly toking, and monomaniacally drinking the hooch..
but he knew the city inside-out, and crawled along its darkest ways
w
Crystal Cid's Exquisite Id by CouncilofGandalf, literature
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Crystal Cid's Exquisite Id
CRYSTAL CID'S EXQUISITE ID
Cid was deep within the Marshes
trying to be a hero
the only smoke he had was harsh
his bank account was zero
And the Morlocks that he lorded over
had yet to be persuaded
to wage a hopeless war against the City which they hated...
but as they lit the Morning-Bongs, he said that when they rinsed them
at the conclusion of the Burning - by that time he'd have convinced them...
He called his people one-by-one
and slowly, grumbling, they did come...
"Skunk-Musk! Drug-Bust! Skankling! Goad!
Reamer, Schemer, Trouser-Load!
Oozing-Asshole, Todd the Toad!
Retro-Rockets, Shlong-Disease!
Picker-of-Pockets, C
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Crystal Cid is in the Shit
CRYSTAL CID IS IN THE SHIT
So Psilocyber waited underneath the winter sky
reflecting that today may be the day he'd finally die...
He sat for a moment, gathering shells, watching the Sky as the Sun slowly fell
"This could be the last time that I ever see it"
he thought as his boot crushed a bug who was trying
to flee it.
But we have nothing there in death! No more thoughts and no more breath
no time to live in, no space to fall, no mind to notice it's nothing at all..
Immortal? Eternal? I thought once that was true
that I could live forever, never minding what I do...
the gun, the knife, the hand-grenade, the studded knuckle-duste
Crystal Cid Unlimited by CouncilofGandalf, literature
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Crystal Cid Unlimited
CRYSTAL CID UNLIMITED
So Cid was back inside the City
where he had spent infinity
The City of his childhood, the City of his birth
The City of his Wild Hood, the City of his mirth...
And upon the Ash Rat's balcony (where Ash Rat practiced falconry)
he and every other stoner living on the Block
converged upon the widow's walk that night to tarry, toke and talk....
To pay homage and to sanctify the hero of the day
Crystal Cid, who had returned and made the Demons pay...
And Ash Rat boasted, and toasts were toasted,
And they lit blunts and soon all were roasted...
But as the night wore on, Cid became distracted
(they thought that
Of Crystal Cid you're.... by CouncilofGandalf, literature
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Of Crystal Cid you're....
OF CRYSTAL CID YOU'RE FINALLY RID
So Psilocyber once again stood waiting by a Door
of fate, of chance, of circumstance, of Now, and After, and Before...
And then the door swung open, and in the light she stood
staring at him like one would at something which is not that good....
And as he dropped down to his knees, and gave to her the ring he'd brought
he stared, amazed, all in a daze, and thought these ardent thoughts...
"She's as smooth and pure as Korai of the finest marble made
entrancing as a Titian nymph caught fleeing from the glade
as delicate as Mendieta poised against her tree
as radiant as all the stars arranged in harmo