I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed. nDevoid of conviction, conflicted, annoyed. nKicked at and worn down. 6 6 6. nBeat. Looking for the next quick fix. nUnpopular prophets with problems nUp against angels in disguise who want to rob them; nWho didn’t want to end up crushed by god’s embrace nIn the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in space; nWho’s faces are fading. They’re the loneliest drunk. nIn empty rooms haunted by Thelonious Monk. nFelonious punks and plate glass squares nThat see empty eyes that look straight past theirs. nStreet walking cheetahs with a gun in each hand nWho are lost at sea and are desperate to reach land. nOrpheus descending. Swimming in the crooked waters. nHello Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers... n nNo joke. Hit the low note. nWe all go to heaven in a little row boat. n n1957 Chevy Bel Air. Interior velvet especially. nBloody probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley. nBlack Flame Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass. nBattle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space nWords won’t help but a few bucks can. nCrew cuts and black leather. Ku Klux Klan. nMen wear hats. In fact, harems are shared. nOpiates addicted to and parents scared. nThe underground is real. Delivered greens to river queens. nPerpetual motion of free-thinkers and libertines. nWho suffer alone all night with pains nHooked on drums and who fight with chains. nIt’s Faulkner and Baldwin. Insult and curse reality. nSpy vs. spy and the cult of personality. nWhat can the numbers and the words in my head mean? nKillroy was here and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein. nn nNo joke. Hit the low note. nWe all go to heaven in a little row boat. n nThe pen keeps moving in attempt to sink the jingoes. nFight ‘em with hula hoops, frisbees and pink flamingoes. nUp running all night. Late sleep ordered. n‘Have gun will travel’. Great leap forward. nMan on the corner with dark glasses free and preaching. nAppetite is monstrous. Diet is Dionysian. nAll over the world, so much peril in one show. n n nPlaywright Arthur Miller marries Marilyn Monroe. nHard rain falling. Babies sleeping in God’s palms. nAlarm clocks ringing. Warrior monks and bomb squads. nInvasion Of The Body Snatchers. Clairvoyants and mediums. nBelievers in nothing. Speed freaks and bohemians. nRed is the new black. Identity files. nRebels and grand dragons. Obscenity trials. nLolita and Bobby Fisher country. No part is red, nJust black and white. Humphrey Bogart is dead. n nNo joke. Hit the low note. nWe all go to heaven in a little row boat.