Robert Sward (sward@cruzio.com) is author of Four Incarnations, New & Selected Poems out of Coffee House Press. His latest is A Much- Married Man,out of Ekstasis Editions (Canada). Contributing Editor to Blue Penny Quarterly and eSCENE 1996, he lives and writes in Santa Cruz, CA.






"Generation Eech!"





Generation Eech!


He's musician
prophet
a raging Apollo


L.A. Looks Megahold
hair gel
gold hoops,
diamond stud earrings

Toenails and fingernails
painted black

6'3", 200 pounds
legs propped up
on a wobbly stool

Listening
Magic Red Blood Hot Sugar
Chili Sex

"What I see is insanity.
Whatever happened to humanity?"

"Good lyrics" I say

"The Chili Peppers" he says
"It's rap and it sucks.
Actually, I like Punk more-"

White steel guitar in hand
he demonstrates:

"Fuck you..." he sings.
End of demonstration.

Now he's Anthony Keidis
wearing tube socks

on his dick
"Suck my kiss" he sings

Next he's trancey, anguished
Mr. Sonic Youth

Washing windows
falling into grace

scrubbing floors
dancing
doing
standup
"impressions"

My son the genie
my son Mr. Kleen

Tries to jump into my arms
where do kids come from anyway?

Rampage of Power

Slamming Punk Metal

Whirling Dervish

Sonic Telepathy

Fire Power

Crack in the Universe

"Fucking life
Everything sucks" he says

Mourning Hillel Slovak
and the others
dead of an overdose.

Youthanasia

The Jerky Boys

Pearl Jam

Whip-smart

Funk Da World
Funk Da World

Live through this

Right Here, Right Now

I'm the father, I'm supposed to tell him-what?

Generation Eech!

A patina of dust
over everything

"I know the truth" he says
"I know the truth."


Robert Sward

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