Summer of Love Theme Park (early '90's)
by ;Rhoade
Platform shoe psychodelic sham
The Establishment gives us three
blocks of '60's
hippie shopping,
then sends us back to Hell.
Poetics of upheaval
with a 20% off tag
I want to vomit on
the display cases
full of rave wear and
essential oils;
but I'd rather smash
the gun cases in
Reno, burn the nearest
Blockbuster Video
and maul the
salad bar at Wendy's.
They shot Martin and
the Kennedy's;
Billy Holiday,
Hendrix, and Belushi
shot up themselves.
How is it that
killer cops get
a 2 1/2 year sentence and
Jurrassic Park rules
the big screen this summer?
Find a reason and
a way to take out
your fear and misgivings
on a billboard,
kill a magazine rack,
rob your own wallet
of crass-intention
cash.
Homeowners,
homies,
punks and skinheads and basketcases
come together;
copy edit the milk carton
with the missing
face.
Shear the wool and
slaughter the nonety and nine
sheep who aren't
lost.
Forget searching through
the dark alleyways, they're now
spray-lacquered theme parks
with closed circuit
cyberreality t.v.
Pick a case and
vomit, smash,
chop up firewood for
the next destitute
Summer of Love
before they
raise Ed Sullivan
from the grave.
