My generation’s brightest minds
Destroyed by madness fell
Hysterical, dragged through the streets
Of Harlem… or of Hell.
The angel-headed hipsters burned
Like starry dynamos —
And in cold water flats smoked up
They bared their brains to heaven and
They dreamed — but never me
No lightning in the weeping streets,
Split my Eternity.
8th February 2011