Jeffry Jensen

THE SANDMAN VAPORS

I not only want my MTV

I want my Tower Records and my Licorice Pizza

My Music Plus and all the other independent used record stores

That have all gone up in smoke

As Cheech and Chong would tell us

No need for rolling paper when I have potent gummies

Maybe it is no more than a foxtrot to the funny papers

I have Jimi going in one ear and Joni going in the other

And Sunset Blvd is honking up a time warp

My God it is Rocky Horror going bonkers on skates

The hotel lobby is turning red with Tull fanatics

Pumping up some locomotive breath

It looks like a purple haze desire has more than a half-life

I have taken to sliding around the corner of Search and Seizure

No one is going to slick down the grace

That we all need as we negotiate for somebody to love

The party took hold on every inch of Elysian Park

The cops may have held the hill

But we put our stamp on everything down below

Someone else can decide if the cure was worse than the confusion

I rattled the cage with the best of them

And kissed the sky as all the days seemed to electric

I stand by the mighty stutter of my generation

And still dream big in a realm where sandmen take no prisoners