My Generation

That's what I'm talking about.

Turn on, tune in, drop out still

rings true. All you have to do

is look around. We're still hip

to the trip...you ought to check

us out before we're dead. Jack,

Allen, Gregory, William....all of

them, couldn't hold a job...lived

as urban aboriginals, original,

living blues in the face of America

Daddy vision. Money killed the

musicians...the poets flourished

in blissful squalor, raw meat streets

deranged, angelic, prophetic. These

are the heroes whose lives sang

for themselves