Eaten Alive.

In a climate

run rampant with obscenity we cannot do

What the beats did and break a mold of etiquette 

Where there now is none.

Yet to return to manners completely would be 

A blaspheme of Kerouac and of Ginsberg and 

Especially Carr.
Their war, the second of the world
Second only to the world
Their war, their words tearing up
Nash and these real enemies, because
"The Fascists are HERE!"
in their structures we die
Untuck your shirt and
Save my life. 

So where to, in this madness obscene jungle

Utterly the same?

Nothing seems capable of shocking any more,

So I will jab at light sockets until it jars us awake

Different people come in and 

Replace the same, drop a bomb

Drop a name

Yet all are perpetually offended by any offhand thing,

A manic society of hypocritical imps 

Who don't deserve a last hurrah.

Locked in school shackles I am determined not to be

And to live rather than to already be dead, or die instantly.

Wrath shakes the page 

Shouldn't stir us awake

Break the spine

Break the circle

Break my heart 

As long as you make it a good one.