A love Supreme

John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme
Escaping into the night
The sixties… the beautiful and damned.
Camelot in its final act
Youth in the streets
Elders in high rise
America the young with a pox face

Soul on ice
Armies in the night
Black panther in Chicago

Petals on a wet black bough

        In a station of the metro
   Ezra Pound

Campuses on fire
Flesh blocked doors
Bullets Wizz in the dawn
Crimson river of existential ideas.

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