Last blast of the sixties cultural yen
for faith in a utopic America
based on impetus of bliss
through dionysian celluloidic fizz.
Alas,
nothing came of it after this,
as human warmth universal sank
beneath a bath of greed
All baser instincts in unison subsequence bubbling forth to fore along with all expected concomitant
manifestations in lockstep, leading to greasy war
and bland materiality’s false joys
glorified while forgot, left in dust or half sunk
in lonesome gutters to rust
the lost licorice halyards
and roller skate keys caked in mud;
as innocence lost perceived where there left were none.
