Street Car Light City

For anyone who ever felt confused restless angry intimidated strange or lonesome.
And for anyone who loved the Beat Generation.



Whirlwinding it down alleys and high-streets and towns and cities
With cheap beer and little swigs of whiskey and gulping and smacking
And so many cigarettes sucked on and chucked in gutters and side-streets
We ran like neon lights zipping through our bellies and body we felt it
Cocking our heads jerking gagging spitting shaking epileptic gone bonkers
And staring largely at whizzing passing shakes of spherical light balls
That looked like Mother Earth shimmery awesome wild so beautiful
And we jumped up and down raising toasts to the striking sky red indigo
In our thin high voices gone and sweet kiddy and pure to the startling shine
That buzzed our ears and blurred our eyes into pinpricks of warmth and honey
We breathed long and hard and heavy we grew restless like monkeys
Scratched our snouts and tapped our concussed beat heads some few times
Then off onto another glowing train of thought that grew like a train in a tunnel
Racketing it down monstrously cracking down on our brains fast and staccato
Until it held us and we held on to it hobos on the last ride out of hell
We found soul and strength love and the meaning of life wrapping us up
Tortilla chipped in the bacon of mother and humanity feathered in shelter
We closed our eyes we went off to sleep in a nanosecond or a lifetime or death