Something I just wrote, a reflection about hippies.
Beat Evolution
imitators
spontaneously
obscured themform trumped
substance
soyou’d hear
wall street
suit and tie man
saying “far out”see children
in junior high
wearing
blue jeans
and smoking dopemadison avenue
pounced upon it
like hawk on
dovesuburban housewives
viewed sex and
janice in feathers
with dismaywhile human
manifestations
on the haight,
in east village,on roads
across america
in every small townbeaten and bludgeoned
and fired like ancient
porcelainflashing through america
with young legs and
long hairtheir stories
still untold.
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… Monday, yah yah.
Sort of… a little.
Ah, but I was so much older then…
Having apparently written a few spontaneous poems today, I hope I’ll be able to fins them again. But I don’t think I’ve got anything right at the moment.
Maybe this will do:
of how the 1960’s got “de-radicalized” by marketing and consumerism.
I was born in 1964 so my memories are very vague. But my mother had this black and wide geometric wallpaper in the kitchen that moved if you stared at it to long and after multiple complaints about headaches from guests it got removed. In fact that in itself is proof of how the styles of the sixties that emphasized rebellion got turned into well, wallpaper by 1972.
…like the porcelain fired part but the viewed sex and janice in feathers with dismay is just lovely.
I still don’t know what’s so funny about peace, love and understanding.
Cool poem.
This was both beautiful and incredibly astute.
Exactly.
Glad I popped in before work this morning. Made my day, a little truth in the morning.