Back Where We Belong

I’m in the mood to get far away from this town.S
o baby, let’s jump in the car and drive away,
drive far away and never look back.
We can take the city by storm,
then leave it in destruction;
find a small town and show them what fun is.
Then when we’re all out of cash, and all cards are denied
we’ll find our way home and be happy to be back.
Yeah, we will be happy to be back where we belong.

Beat

“I’m still alive!” the old woman proclaimed
“but that’s what our generation was all about
knowing what it is to feel alive”

things are different now
in a time when youth strives off of being sleep deprived,
stressed, depressed and numb.

we who no longer howl ‘gainst the
madness-inducing and destruction of our generation
like Ginsberg did more than 50 years past

we are the ones responsible for the
limp dick America in which we live!
and suddenly everything is clear

maybe it was in the faces of good looking strangers
whose eyes caught mine as I held on tight
until the awkwardness became fun and I won them over

maybe it was the words of long departed beat philosophers
spit from the mouths of a younger generation
words spued from the past into the present

maybe it was the music from around the world
that was spilled from inside one mans passions
as it filled up the room

or maybe it came from some place deep within my soul
as it was replenished and reborn
through the power of poetry by two twenty-something-year old boys

true the room was full
but they were talking right at me
reminding me what it was to live

‘cause I have- fucked up
and I cannot be forgiven for what I’ve done
but in lieu of this life I have been taking for granted

I will piece back together the things I have broken
throw my writers block through constricting barriers of my thoughts
and put an end to the bad ripple of inexcusable actions

this is my creed, this is my promise
I swear it’s not bull shit packed in a sack
may you rest in peace Jack Kerouac