New moon is coming up, Friday, August 1.
Which has nothing to do with anything.
I just have to fill up this space so I can post my poem after the flip.
It's a poem about hippies.
So without further ado:
Beat Evolution
imitators
spontaneously
obscured them
form trumped
substance
so
you'd hear
wall street
suit and tie man
saying "far out"
see children
in junior high
wearing
blue jeans
and smoking dope
madison avenue
pounced upon it
like hawk on
dove
suburban housewives
viewed sex and
janice in feathers
with dismay
while human
manifestations
on the haight,
in east village,
on roads
across america
in every small town
beaten and bludgeoned
and fired like ancient
porcelain
flashing through america
with young legs and
long hair
their stories
still untold.
And from Robyn (known at DKos as reservn), this video comment when I posted this poem at Docudharma: