First edition of Hunter Thompson's first book Hells Angels.
Till The World Explodes
Photograph by Bill Ray, Hell Angels
You say, Babe, Don’t ever leave me. Never. I mapped our lives. Rocking chairs, Metronomes, Silver lake, Wrinkled kisses. A cottage, A jungle Overthrown with vines. Or perhaps, We’ll die. Ride our motorcycles Off a cliff In Utah. Arms trapped, Our stars Side by side On the sidewalk Till the world explodes.
Till the World Explodes, by Nina Ljeti