skateboards dope and pogo sticks
banana bikes and popsicle sticks
ten cent candy up from five
moving groovy catch the jive
there lived a Ferlinghetti man
whose vision shook the van
paper backs for the masses
put it out and fuck their asses
no one wants to start hardcover
paper back is for the lover
I was six when it went down
his verberating hit my town
barefoot calls haight for down
a trip to san fran to city lights
we trekked on kites
hip I saw him in his bar
hat and tails a velvet star
lennon rims and sitting there
with shriveled silver greying hair
let the publick hyper activate
in universe’s holy fate
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