Zen Lunatics, Beatniks, and Freaks
Conor O'Brien

A member of a past generation lives incarnate
The best of the late lunatics reborn
Spawning new Yang in the circle Tao of revolution

A Benzedrine Bus engine
pumping blood with fists and eyes and forgotten hearts

Lepers given a greater community  
New land with virgin soil, green skinned
Birthing consciousness velvet to sleep on, beyond
the ruins.

We the intentional gathering           live
growing in the sun that grows between us

Come you childish light-devils
Baptize yourselves in the six-decade-long Happening
Come you born-again Bodhisattvas, come