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Friday, July 27, 2012

Remembering High School

Remembering High School

We asked for birth control
they gave us crowd control.
We blew their minds
rewrote the rules
retraced the chalk lines
Can you dig it?

We grew up with Nixon, Tricky Dick
Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice
We explored our feelings, ignored curfews
experimented with drugs, sex, rock and roll
So sure
we could change the world
hanging out
in our string bikinis
down by the town pool
drenched in iodine and baby oil

Here’s to
hanging out
on the wall in front the High School
checking it out
as streakers flashed by
as red necks chased queers for fun
to draftees sent to `Nam with a gun
from the hippie that dodged to Canada and split
to the trailer trash DICK-- screwing jailbait chicks
naïve chicks
that bought the white picket lie
and snatched a rotten slice
of  the American pie.

Here’s to Peace
the Beatles, the Rolling Stones
the fuel rationing in ‘73
the boy who stole our heart in September
the one they drafted in November
when we were so groovy, gullible.

Here's to the good old days
chilling at THE WELL
the local dive
where we danced past two with Three Dog Night
and got over on the old man and old lady
MAN-- they were SO UPTIGHT!

Here's to
forging excuses
detention with good old Mr. C. 
Here's to cold dead frogs best not inhaled
but if you must
only after the LSD and beer keg chaser.

Here’s to
smoking Marlboro red
Pizza and Diet Coke
Hamburgers and Diet Coke
Chilidogs and Diet Coke

Here’s to cold
white-faced corpses
sixteen and seventeen
on the DRUNK and HIGH-way to graduation

Here’s to
Dream on
Sock it to me
Black Panther pride

In Your Face
Mood rings
New York East Side

Here’s to
belly buttons, bell bottoms
and gold pierced lobes
two inch heels,

and that was the guys,

banana seats
and hip-hugging roads
miles and miles
of tall dense pine
through third eye mind
learning to deal, as life unwinds.

Flash forward
here we are
in our fifties
our bulging hips and waistlines
thinning hairlines
Finding Jesus
through the dumpster
high on Spice
fresh out of fish and followers.

Now I ask you, is this expanding your consciousness?

Because If it is
I want to roll over and consider
the psychedelic spider web in my brain

or better yet

the really huge one
on top of the kitchen cabinet

reconsider the pros and cons
the gravity of my CHOICES
explore my inner Zen voice, some more.
So I’m asking JESUS,
what’s it all about
tell it to me straight, I can handle it!
BTW Man, are you done bogarting that joint?

I’m just saying…

Our Route 66, our Highway to Heaven, our Good Times
we DID define!

Can you dig it?
©Connie DeDona 7-25-12

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