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Gone
for Normal
gone to the meaningless cyber-kinetic static
gone to sex by proxy and virtual unreality
gone as Harpo's feet in the serious lemonade.
Gone as the Sorcerer King Hobo
eating cold beans in the ruins of innocence.
Gone all the days
the halcyon daze days
the far side of the ocean days
Gone as the ghosts of Lenny Bruce and Allen Ginsberg
breathing heroin air
in a rehabbed loft
on the lower east side of Heaven
Gone the days of ports and storms
Gone the nights of desperate need
Standing guard by the light of a candle
rummaging through the shadows
searching for a half eaten miracle.
Gone the seasons of hungry young love
dancing naked in the moonlights insatiable glow
with hashish kisses
lingering under the skylight
Gone the pirate raids
on the ghost ships of conformity
with grappling hook questions
with daggers of outrage
with shotguns of revenge
reclaiming our voices
which had been stolen by
highly placed psychopaths
hiding in their suits
Gone as Old World charm gone as the Old World
eaten alive by the deranged harbingers of terror
People chased behind their eyes
Ears closed by plugs
Hearts afraid to open
Gone where I came from
Gone but not forgotten
Gone on the run
Gone on permanent sabatical
Gone where poets go
to remember
