responsorial psalm for the young people of los angeles and san francisco
Larry Narron

conceived without want,
what is
this generation
of lethargic hipsters reading
on the road
stoned
on the couch?

born in the 80’s,
what is this generation
of well-scrubbed hippies
& beatnik wannabes dressed for rebellion
but not built for it?

overexcited college boys dizzy from too much
kant
&
kierkegaard
&
huxley

&

10,000 episodes of dancing
with the stars,

american idol worshippers,
hendrix-scarves caught in the revolving doors
of philosophers’ empty houses,
caught in the doors of perception,
never breaking on thru
to the other side,
to the groovy samadhi.

mistaking orgies for enlightenment you stumble
blindly thru
the quiet libraries of fear,
oblivious thru
plundered cities of imagination,
sedated thru
fool’s gold el dorados,
your eyes undressing victoria’s secret mannequins
in the endless shopping malls of the heart.

do you no longer recall
the perfume of the sea?

here in the night,
in the mushrooming dome of the dark,
the air seduces me so
easily.

out here on the boulevard,
watching the sun
set
strip
for me
alone,
baring the breast
of the milky way.