I hear tell Charles Manson
was the one to kill the
hippie generation.
the one loose ember
who flew out and set
the flower children ablaze.
it was the beginning of
the end for them, that
beautiful cluster of youths
who believed their energy
would never die.
and as more of them
grew nomadic who
could help but fear
the few drifters amongst
them who craved blood.
who could blame the
prey of the wolves as
they fell back behind
their microphones and
in their armchairs,
making demons out
of purists and sinners
out of the unrealized?
but that was a very
long time ago now,
and I don't think
we'll be going back.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.