Leader of His Generation

Leader of his Generation
I thought the Bodhi Tree was wilted.
Thought the pantheons were sold.
Didn't know this Zarathustra.
Eyes burned blue hair Teuton gold.
Thought the Bodhi Tree was wilted.
Scorned the Teflon pompadour.
Wouldn't smoke the Boomer's Soma
Wouldn't fight their desert war.
Leader of His Generation
Leader of His Generation
Prophet of the voiceless souls
Trader to the wrong Rebellion
Murderer of Rock and Roll
I knew Vincent's evening blazed with Emerald.
New Jimi's haze perfumed the Rose.
New Janis burned in bacchanalia, but Morpheus just left me cold.
Leave the Wishkah in the rain, scrawl your name in the mud.
Can't go back the way you came, none's to blame, it ain't much.
Saw the icon smash the beauty.
He couldn't pay the Wishkah's toll.
Can't create without the sorrow, can't sell out without a soul.

Joseph H. Marshall 2024