Kerouac
and Ginsberg
howling
blues in the officer’s club.
Frontline:
Interzone; snake-pit; whorehouse.
Youth,
fire, fecundity
smothered
under squirming
incestuous
bourgeois bellies.
Inbred
children work the mines
underground in darkness choke
on gas.
Stoned.
Inanimate.
Wanna be a
tee-vee star
or
chairman of the board.
No comments:
Post a Comment