Seminal Hipsters
driftin' on a riff
restless sands a-shiftin'
bathed in Moonlight/
driftin' on ol' Harley chopprrrs
'n' in '55 Caddys
anarchic fiery red
like James Dean's Rebel jacket/
drift ears bent t' Bird
'n'
Monk
blowin' weed
thinkin' about the genius
o' Lenny,
blowin' texts in furtive saloons
in many crazy City
blowin' NeoBop at parties
where drugs 'n' sex
bring one ever closer t'
Apocalyptic Orgasm/
who hang at times
at bus stations
frantic Zones
where doors hang off
twisted hinges
windows terminally
flung wide open
t' relentless migrations
o' idiot winds/
Seminal Hipsters drift
each destination
merely a milestone t' the nex/
drift in hungry wheeled
chariots o' Spirit
languid breezes caress
fleshtoned enigmas
o' Coolthe's elegance
illuminated ones
whose passionate songs
seduce every manifestation
o' Cosmos:
men women
homeless dogs
fritzy alley cats/
Seminal Hipster bootheels echo
as they drift through mobs
camera eyes absorb
'n' transmute
fragments o' Human Machine
metamorphosis
flutes o' Pan
Gone
Horns
these Seminal Hipsters a-driftin'
too wise eyes pierce Night
solo flights...
II
Seminal Hipsters
driftin' further
goofin'
drift wi' knowledge o' bizarre
'n' marvelous Kind/
free o' incarceration o' "Time"
wi' IT solid
through scuffles
'n' Highs
eccentric
ecstatic
Dervishes o' Transgression
in Hashshashin cafes
roamin' souks
mercados
at jazz sessions
poetry jams
straddlin' marble lions
on waterfronts
in Hipster jalopies
named Desire/
in Desolation
'n' Ecstasy/
driftin' driftin'
for t' stop be t' stagnate
t' hesitate be "self"-destruct
Planet Terror
sucks itself into
black hole
o' its
Robopathic
Nothingness/
Seminal Hipsters seldom stumble
in their driftin'
midst grotesqueries
o' steel 'n' asphalt penises
millions o' depraved
paranoid windows
Plague o' money
'n' lust for violence
mockeries o' Love
homeless masses
terribly hungry
skilled hands
forced t' be idle
forced t' crack
'n' the spike's doom
lush
'n' puerile pettiness
o' being
amidst hostility
towards these
Seminal Hipsters
in face feathers 'n' laughter
bluejean threads
wild T-shirts
'n' engineer Boots On/
III
Seminal Hipsters
driftin' on a riff
Pirates upon this mystic ship
o' new 'n' different Visions/
adrift upon seas o' possibilities/
washed ashore
upon islands o' bizarre wisdoms/
who kiss red brick
in heart o'
Night
splayed wi' neons
howlin' musics
'n' Gonest Kicks/
drift like lotuses
upon narcistic ponds
o' spirituality/
driftin' on a riff
maybe first blown by Lilith
now impeccably slashin'
Death shroud
o' human folly/
Seminal Hipsters driftin' on a riff
t' Love
'n' inevitable
Death
'n' Legacy...
