BP :: PJ38

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

Lot 21 Without Fears!

The freeing from lot 21

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___ Sung
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Ernest was never in Jail
HST

I have seen the best
minds of my generation
liberated by Micks!

Flying down the 405
Good loving filing the
car at over 70 mph

Reinforced by voltage
intenxive pressure
waves sent out
for free

Pust starting a
calediscope with a
flooded engine backwards
down kelton.

Howling, Till breath is
gone, that the
revolution has begun.

Neal has become Nat
the wheels sping just
the same.

Apathetic nothing, to
sooth sayers blooimg
In the warm Santa
Barbara sun

Martin Raising the
banner of sound
Ignoring protocol and
preaching enlightenment
for his school.

Stone ensuring that everyone
is
ON THE LIST

Ideas and synapses
begin to explode
Grief and Angst
laid down before the
flag unfurled.

Songs sung another
Knock on Heavans
Door just like
Santa Barbara in
The Nineties.

Craga and Marc have
no fear And respond
to police intimidation
with honest
communication

Takes token
before approving
faculty

Psycho Analusis and Honesty
slowly grow sliding south.

And I sleep dreaming
of Ginsberg
Revolution
me.

– 11-27-90

Always be on your own list!