Ginsberg Revisited
I too have seen the best minds of my
generation destroyed. Twisted out of sight.
Warped. Nodding to nonexistent drummers.
Silent unto life and dying noisily in the streets.
Cock crows morning obscenities to sleeping world.
Trumpet harmonizes, neutralizes catcall. Background
is out-of-tune Beatles. Sgt. Pepper is only a Corporal.
Corporeal. Really corpse-like.
Mindless missives hungrily ingested and belched
undigested undulate endlessly chanting
Antithesis of reality is unreality
Synthesis of life is artificial
Thesis is yet to be proven.
Roar benevolent lion. Jingle September Easter bells.
Mimic the downbeat. Wire brushes tap-a-tap-tap.
Sgt. Pepper you’re not really lonely. Your mind has not
been bent (except with dollar bills). You cry out your
song but you don’t sing it. It’s my song Sgt., my tune
my vibrating dissonance and you shout it for pay. OK
play Sgt. Soft baby soft. Muted message hears cobalt
silence.
Antithesis of life is nonlife
Synthesis of reality is existing
Thesis remains unproven.
Crowds chorus anti-war chant. Turn on the
heat, birth noise, seduce silence.
Antithesis of
beat isn’t
non-beat
it’s
CRESCENDO
that deafens mortal ears used to reality
and other unproven things.
~*~
Judy Shepps Battle has been writing essays and poems long before retiring from being a psychotherapist and sociology professor. She is a New Jersey resident, addictions specialist, consultant and freelance writer. Her poems have been published in a variety of publications.
Lorette C. Luzajic is an award winning mixed media visual artist and writer in Toronto, Canada. She regularly shows her work in galleries, fairs, events, and journals. She is also the editor of The Ekphrastic Review, a journal devoted exclusively to creative writing inspired by art. www.mixedupmedia.ca
Featured image by Lorette C. Luzajic
Featured image title “Headstrong”
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