My Apologies to Mr. Ginsberg

Allen saw the best minds of his generation destroyed by madness
I can picture his beat generation contemplating truth while they contemplate jazz
Looking for a truth to hold onto, that objective truth that must be hidden well
My generation, my new beat generation is dying from emptiness
Madness is an over zealous byproduct, a symptom that can't be directly treated
I see my generation and I, wander the earth and wander our lives, looking for a connection
Who grew up over stimulated and over expectant of the life before us
Who sat in coffee shops, getting tea drunk while the machine clung to whiskey thin ankles
Who confidently walked the isolated streets of suburbia in darkness with styrofoam cups of liquor in hand
Who have lived fuller lives with broader experiences and broader thoughts than those that raised them
Who feel that envious acid reflux in regards to simple minded guardians with simple satisfaction
Who abandoned the pursuit of truth long ago along with the pursuit of happiness
Who destroyed any sense of morals or sexual guidelines long before adulthood loomed over
With colors, with dreams, with no longer taking pleasure from sex, envelopes pushed and hungover train rides from Chicago
Long drives in the dark to nowhere, being eternally present in a third person perspective and removed attitude
Sharing trips and sharing women and sharing bottles leads us to eventual shared sadness a cursed camaraderie
Hazy walks in poorly lit antique stores, getting lost among the labyrinth of glass soda bottles and record players and intentionally forgotten memories
Plotting to abduct and kill the homeless just to prove they could accomplish murder, morals never once coming into question
Who have wondered if they are sociopaths but eventually decided it did not matter one way or the other
Who have become familiar with the feeling of drunken basement sex and the sensation of death
Shadow cast demons standing on the side of the road, watching intently as we pass by at considerable speeds
We are children orphaned and shoeless and starving in the streets of societal expectations
Golden Golden Golden is the moment removed from others