Thursday, February 9, 2017

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 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


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