Fast Poem: #22 – “Drunk with celebrityhood and his own ego, he became a media clown … “

We endured adolescent tribulations,
success and celebrations,
in private, in public and on TV.

We made love under State Street willows,
in bedrooms, in cubicles, on kitchen tables,
in the backseats of imported cars.

We made children who are laughter.
We made children who are murder.
We made children who are nothing at all.

Boomers, we are
a tidal-wave generation,
we consumed a nation,

in an unending search for new
that we might be eternally cool.

© 2009 Chrome Poet
Title from a statement attributed to Owsley Stanley

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    What a long, strange trip it’s been….

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