o didn’t it burn, babe

{..}

a whole generation
nearly frenzied
knowing gigantic
task at hand
the streets & public places people
strolling nonchalant
hiding bored

frenzied
to wake the refusers
while Humbles
sweat to crack a laugh
sing to sigh a heart
et al et al et al

we survived it all
well, some did…
holy golden cow!
how we suffered the insanity
in our blurtings
someone got stabbed with words
someone stabbed back
neither one quite remembering
what it’s all about Alphie
hit the road Jack
that’s one way to travel
to next
now…
slow down we go to fast
many generations,
for eons…
vurk is everlasting

it takes a lot of snoodling
a lot of forgetting
to cross the bridge
in tact.