Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Tug Dumbly # 52 - Hippietown


Hippietown

Cedar, dairy, marijuana …
production moves on.
Now weed feeds this town
keeps greased cafes, hostels and pub.

Backpackers tick through the turnstile
I-phoning the freaks in their theme park wild.

Oh dry your eyes. The counter culture
always was the culture of counter.

They’re selling hippie wigs in Woolworths, man.

The market spore diseased the dream           
from the start, sure as microbes murdered
Martian machines.

Any true freaks have long since split
the scene for sensible lives
running abattoirs, or in IT.

What’s left for touros to Facebook pic
is an inessential oil slick
a street of patchouli cat piss stains
straddled by animatronic Disney Hippies
with slots in the head to stick coins

or just slide a credit card through the arse cheeks
till the dummy lurches alive to strum a guitar
and croak a chorus of The Needle and the Damage Done
sprays sandalwood from a censered armpit
intones a slogan – get with the program, man

To upgrade your Alternative Experience
press continue now …

Forget it Jake. It’s Hippietown.



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