1957 - Buck 65

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed

Devoid of conviction, conflicted, annoyed

Kicked at and worn down. Six Six Six

Beat. Looking for the next quick fix

Unpopular prophets with problems

Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them;

Who didn’t want to end up crushed by God’s embrace

In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in space;

Who’s faces are fading. They’re the loneliest drunk

In empty rooms haunted by Thelonious Monk

Felonious punks and plate glass squares

That see empty eyes that look straight past theirs

Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each hand

Who are lost at sea and are desperate to reach land

Orpheus descending. Swimming in the crooked waters

Hello Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers…

No joke. Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat

1957 Chevy Bel Air. Interior velvet especially

Bloody probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley

Black Flame Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass

Battle sites. Little Rock. Satellites in outer space

Words won’t help but a few bucks can

Crew cuts and black leather. Ku Klux Klan

Men wear hats. In fact, harems are shared

Opiates addicted to and parents scared

The underground is real. Delivered greens to river queens

Perpetual motion of free-thinkers and libertines

Who suffer alone all night with pains

Hooked on drums and who fight with chains

It’s Faulkner and Baldwin. Insult and curse reality

Spy vs. spy and the cult of personality

What can the numbers and the words in my head mean?

Killroy was here and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein

The pen keeps moving in attempt to sink the jingoes

Fight ‘em with hula hoops, frisbees and pink flamingoes

Up running all night. Late sleep ordered

‘Have gun will travel'. Great leap forward

Man on the corner with dark glasses free and preaching

Appetite is monstrous. Diet is Dionysian.

All over the world, so much peril in one show

Playwright Arthur Miller marries Marilyn Monroe.

Hard rain falling. Babies sleeping in God’s palms

Alarm clocks ringing. Warrior monks and bomb squads

Invasion Of The Body Snatchers. Clairvoyants and mediums

Believers in nothing. Speed freaks and bohemians

Red is the new black. Identity files

Rebels and grand dragons. Obscenity trials

Lolita and Bobby Fisher country. No part is red

Just black and white. Humphrey Bogart is dead