cherry gum trees

cut down for toothpicks?

a little New Years madness

exchanged for

depraved love affairs?

this “free love”

fills us with graceless repetition,

screaming flatness,

colorless poetry,

hollow art!

disparate oil-slicked souls

smeared with mashed lipstick,

discarded runaway douche bags

passionless contraceptives

borrowed for protection against

any sincerity from skies breathing easy,

free from chic swagger and exhibitionism

8/18/69

Paterson