The Initiation of the Youth.

The Initiation of Youth

It used to be  the presbyters put on some hairy king

kong masques & danced macabre to scare the novitiate

out of their noodle noggins— ooooomygawd the coming

of sage in Peoria  was awesome and then ha ha hoo ha the

masquerade dropped and it’s merely elders eldering  &

kibitzing holy shit out of boys and girls about to become

groan-ups like them & it could take a village to raze the

chilblains, knowing better, of course, which made it

all-good: the holy smoking son of a grade-gun

rights of passing passage. 

Now it’s somewhat a nether way round: dreaded locks,

tattoos & piercing mesmerized belly-button booty works

juggling bottled  water pharma-copasetic boom-lay

drumming out hot tub hip daze of  old beatniks jiggling

pin-stripped law suits, up-taught & ripped home landed

securely helmeted inside gated communities of phdegreed

kubla  condomized diagnosers scarred & scared of HFD &

TTSS, Ebola & huck finn’s dys-ease as well as tom-tom

sawyer syndrome, raptor-rape & rampant  rapture ruptured

abuse against wellness tactics & clothes line dancing

dismay-raising conscience so as to bring it on: the leaches

& altered  native remediation programs; we’ll jog jog  to

Boston, trot trot to Maine, jog jog to Philly & back again:

shoot the other foot  loose & fancy free paedo-philadelphic

oracles not with standing.