Been waiting all night
to hear your poetry, I said,
You're that beat generation,
spewin that heat and light,
pure energy, that scene
You were on the bus or off it
I should've been there
with ya all back then

You were hardly born then, you answered,
probably just born in tha sixties
No, I said,
I coulda been there
I was born in 50
I shoulda been there
But somehow I never went anywhere

I admit it tho, I wanted to be On The Road.
And one day I almost took The
Electric Kool Aid Acid Test
But on that day,
I was absent from life.

I shoulda been there
But somehow I never went anywhere

I cud tell you sometime, ya said,
why you never went anywhere
You, with your omnipotent self
How would you know anyway?
I wondered, Did ya really know
why I never left home?
It was a prison
     built of fear
          loneliness
               emptiness and despair

I never had a life
a child's needs unmet
never given what I longed for

I couldn't have what wasn't there
Fuck it,
     I'll say it, it was abuse
          neglect
     comes in so many forms
     eats away your self-esteem

Made me weak,
     slow,
          scared to go
Robbed me of my faith,
     my soul,
          glow
My  inner harmony,
     my sanctity
          my sanity
I was a prisoner of fear,
     a prisoner of war.

I met you,
read your sixties words
your suffuse charm
emanating from your Hobo soul

I wanted to possess your poetry
your style
     the 60's and the 70's
     poetry of hope
     An air of romance
    a taste of escape
A breath of fresh air
     from a smog filled street
     the smoke and stink
     rising slowly like gases
     from the filthy pavement
I was a prisoner of war

Your words bring back the time...
Words like book, crib, jib
a stone throw away
the sun low fives the trees

God damn!
Your words excite me
Sex talk
like poontang,
tallywhacker.
Wow man, I never heard it,
But it's cool, I understand it.

Your blatantly primitive lust
your licentious eyes
devouring me

Staring at my sagging breasts
cruising over my body
smoothly,
as though it were highway 59
Resting on my nipples
tingling
like a jellied door buzzer
my fallen butt and
orange peel thighs

Only served to fuel your lust
my allure waved strong
snagged by your naked desire,
your lust
as you gorged on my scent
teasing my libido
A test in trust

Your tongue flicked against your upper lip
What're ya havin babe, ya said.
No thanks, refused the drink
Been waitin all night to hear your poem
a moment abundant with heat
stifling humidity
complaints about intensity
panties clinging damply

Unbearable, prolonged
I want to hear the poem
my date languishing in time
You glass passed to my hand
Contact,
your eyes implored
lust and soul

Give me sixties or give me death
symbols of peace,
Baby you've got heart,
Go with the flow
no looking back
no sorrows or regrets
resolute to recreate
a life renewed
reincarnate
more chances to fulfil the goal
Don't hesitate
Go on!  Get on the road
Don't worry if the is bus is full

Symmetry of faith
advancing on satori
will get you there
explore,
search for more
no more prisoners of war