i sit in the smoky darkness
"howl" cracklin' from the tired old speakers:
yeah, "I saw the best minds of my generation"...
retro-roman candles gutter and wink
on the chequered oilcloth.
some cheap wine, a reefer, and thee -
apocalypse approaching so live for today:
fingers snapping to the bongos
it's `59 and all is cool, man!
it is `00 and i'm lonely
thinking of you.
"i've been down so long it looks like up to me"
- black leotards and cat's eyes
sunglasses after dark!
and the fugs: "monday, nothing,
the ubiquitous black turtleneck
and limp black hair so long
it wraps around my heart.
it's `59 and baez emerges
"out of the foam, aphrodite!"
it is `00 and i shiver
alone with my dreams.
just ginsberg, kerouac and i
long gone, oh long forgotten!
our youth scattered, screaming,
across the lunar landscape of progress,
twisted dreams become reality -
locked inside our skulls we live,
desolation angels, bopping to the tune
of that retro-beat.
it was `59 when my dreams died
crunched by Univac.
it is `00, and now I must let go
and follow my digital destiny.
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