Rebirth

by twotymer97

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-06-21 16:34:00

Echoes of Kerouac
And Plath
Dusting off bound leather books
Taking seats in a white nagahide lounge chair
Looking around, approved nodding of an aged minds
Posters of James Dean acting to mixes
torn up by Fat Boy Slim
Seeds planted long ago by beat diggers
Sprouting up young panting worshippers
Who
In their youthful eyes
Know deep down
They will never be there
They will never see it
But live, live, live
For the ones who have
tasted, touched, and heard
the beginning of the tide