I admired the writing of William Burroughs

Perhaps I’d bump into him here in the flesh

A literary hero, as I smoked zero zero
At a caff in Marrakech


Well I’ll cut to the chase as is often the case
Things didn’t quite turn out that way
I was quite at a loss when our paths did in fact cross
In another place in another year on another day….
In a muddy field near Worthing *
By the stage at a rock & roll scene
I finally exchanged words
With a gaunt man in a hat
Who had created
The Soft Machine
*Phun City 1970
Harry Lupino
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