Gentle generation.

they all were soft, i tell ya. They came here to meet and greet and get their name out there, yea, say now theys is tryin aint they. oh but yes they want to succeed and be the best of the best of the best , sir. They can do anything, they are reading rainbows, scribbling the lovelines in the air, and drinking down coffee of super brown smiles, discomfort and chosen words carefully as to not divulge too much about who you may or may not be, and in actuality, really are a scared little child cuddled up in mommy house womb, in safe computer light bashing this and adoring that, and all the while spouting yer opinions and safe phrases titre and sheep stomach vile, the bile of a generation all i swallow in big morning gulps, for vitality. Im an ankle biter in a joggers world, a sullen eel in the fish hatchery of college kids clamoring for justice and juice, organic if you please. My dinners consist of candy bars and cigarettes and if im lucky a handful of dope to push through the sticking rotting flash of zombie youth, spruced up for their dancing night, for their manly fight, for their dainty life. With wife and strife i pick up my knife and fife, and off to war, a new civil war, totally uncivilized…

chagrin, i grin. And the band plays on….. eyes of the world.

thighs of a girl.

my word, all that oil.

all that slick progress and all those necklaces

dangling along, strung along, a waif with no faith, spent all my bread on a dial a date.

you got lucky

i got mucky

and boy thats ducky, we all lived in a yellow belly.

scared kittens with designer mittens, smitten in the snow, written on blow..

no, no, no…. oh there you go.. eat up

drink up…. kool aid for good grades

spades.