Idiologist

I know I haven’t written anything on here in quite a while, but I am back and I bring my poetry. It is one you might have seen before, especially if you have seen me perform or have been to my wensite, but that gets very few hits anyways. I am bringing some of my poetry to hopefully get more feedback and also to push my website a bit more.

So here is the first one for you guys, a piece I call ‘Beat Re-Generation’.

I am the child of the children

  Of the Beat Generation

I am the disillusioned grandchild

  Of a disillusioned grandparent

It’s true it skips a generation

Disillusionment leads to enlightenment

  Which leads back to the disillusioned

A Beat father birthed a glam

   Rock daughter who created

  A Beat son of her own

Who lives in a modern coffeehouse

That longs for the independent days

Of a 24 hour open mic in

  A 24 hour underground spot

It all moves in cycles

Round and round goes

  The wheel of time

Alternating patterns of life

Spewing out a political activist

  Followed by a drill sergeant

Which in turn leads to another activist

        I hope my offspring doesn’t

        Join the Military but that

        Would be just my luck

I am the grandchild of

  Kerouac and Ginsberg

The son of Reagan and Kennedy

My brother is the Gay Rights Movement

And my sister is Feminism

We are the dysfunctional

   Atypical American family

And I am the middle child

Who finds his voice

  In the echoes of his ancestors

What I say isn’t new

  It just hasn’t been heard

    In a long time

I give it a new voice

Spitting the same old cry

On a new batch of saliva

   Watering an intellectual garden

   That hasn’t been touched

      In a generation

My words fall like raindrops

  On a barren desert mindscape

Reincarnating ideas of

    Love and sex

    Finding oneself in Zen Lunacy

   And the haze of tea smoke

My grandparents found themselves

        On the Road

I want to get back on the road

   And see where it takes me

Railroads replaced by airplanes

  Which will one day take you

    To space

I don’t know if I will go that far

    But who knows

I go wherever my feet will take me

Down the road

  Across the country

    Up the proverbial mountain

Driving a gas electric hybrid

   In place of hitchhiking

Visiting the great places

   I always heard about

     In stories and dusty books

I am the reborn generation

   The Second Beat

      I am the Rhythm Generation

The Re-Generation