We are the Beauty Generation
Where we go, the jungles of flowers follow
Lovers like us can’t get cramped
We create space and justify 
Magnetizers  

We dance into it gleefully without
Being overly guarded 
Into the guideline-seed.   

We drive daintily
Wobbly-ly
We act like children
We fight lightly
Just patting 
And we always return.

Who’s got the better of us?
A deal won’t break us
We’re beyond money
We’re beyond money.

We’re beautiful
We’re the freedom generation  

We won’t go anywhere
And we’ll turn into beautiful old people
And the boring young farts that follow
Yuppies and token pseudo hippies
Will seek us out
Intrigued by our glowing sense of satisfaction with the present moment
Attracted by the articulation and pronunciation of our 
Floppy happy
Pumping

We spread ourselves like jam upon a 
Toasted belinda pacifica.

We’re allayed and 
in a pale moon
We’re swayed.

Every one of us is gay and
Aflight  

Touch us if you can.

September 25th, 2016. Hawai'i.