1971 Peace March in Washington DC

1971 Peace March in Washington DC,
(and other lost passions)

I don’t remember when I cut my hair.

passion ain’t there no more
no reason to choke back the tears
of the crocodile
if they drop the Big One
we’re all gonna die
if they don’t
we won’t
simple definitive logic
screw it
it doesn’t matter
can’t do shit
one way or the other
no passion

500,000 marched on Washington,
carrying signs. Nixon wasn’t home.

smoked dope and sang songs
balled on the green
it was outtasight
next week they tipped cars
and burned the city
called it May Day
and forgot the flowers
no passion

no one remembers
that only seventeen
of the half-million
got arrested
and they were totally fucked
on window pane
but everyone remembers how long
a Goodyear burns
no passion

can still see the fountains
bubbling with lights
and a box of Oxadol
(being worried about the environment
and the phosphates)
had a rucksack full of leaflets
talking about gluing BBs on cherry bombs
to tear hell out of the inside of cop cars
and two inch blocks of balsa wood
flushed down municipal johns
back’em up for weeks
no passion

helped paint a sign on campus
NIXON 4 KENT STATE 0
flag flew at half mast
as we stood vigil
and cried
‘cause it was important
smoked a doobie
and got laid in the grass
best head I ever had
no passion

I said
if they drop the Big One
I’m going to lie down on the hill
and watch
should be a rush
She said
remember last night
buffed your helmet
and pulled that other guy’s train
now THAT was a rush

no passion