Meeting The Lost Generation

Meeting The Lost Generation

When the outsider met the old soul
She couldn't remember what the wise woman said
Something like feed your
“Feed your head”

There was a mental ovation
A sudden pain from an aura of fixation
Sense that would come a loss of control
A dream
A caterpillar
A red queen
A dark hole

When the outsider met the old soul
She couldn't
“remember what the doormouse said”
Something like off with her
Off with her head

There was a feeling of velocity
A sudden murder of modesty
Sense that this was the only road
A dream
A caterpillar
A red queen
A dark hole

“One dose made you larger one dose made you small“
Remember the wise woman who sings this song

“One dose made you larger one dose made you small“
Ask Alice who sings This song

An artist of sensation
Embodying the skill of penetration
Altering one's reality
Administering vibes of regality
Slaughtering with poetry
Leaving behind pensive epiphanies
Then returning to a fog
Find the white rabbit and wait for the fall

Give ode to the outsider who met the old soul and to all the earthly rebels Alien to the joy ride still going strong
Make it last keep and keep grasp of the bong
Remember
The dream
The caterpillar
The red queen
The dark hole
Remember
The wise woman's song
You have been ignoring it way too long
“Feed your head”
“Feed your head”
I am not talking backwards
I am calling out to those who are not dead

By Imari Roberts

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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