By
Richard Haesche
Pondful of creatures
lazing in midday sun
unmindful of the world above.
Neither seeing or hearing
nor knowing,
nor caring,
but lazing away
in carefree repast.
The world above
full of beat bastards
and half-assed hippies
idle by in lazy contrast
to the multitude of programmed people
cloaked in singular anonymity
and fearful lest they be typecast
as original.
A world of characters
hiding under thin veils
and presenting phony fronts
to the world at large.
What brave souls are these
who would rather die than
be singled out, naked and alone,
and be read,
as a book's page?
Damn the hippies
and their far out world,
but credit them with gall!
At least they've got the guts
to stand apart and be counted.
Good read. I don't know that I agree with the last sentence or not though. Maybe they weren't as brave as they were smart enough to be elusive in their means of escaping the conflict. I personally think the 60s did a great deal to ruin our country for future patriots. It has never been the same.
Thanks,
Jessica