South of Houston, an ethnic divide that turned into yuppiedom and new hipsters, but not the Beat kind.
I miss those snaps, the Nueyorican taps of bullet fast words steppin’ into the streets with wild eyes beats and the howling rage at hypocracy.
Now all you find is dead eyed zombied out, but starbucks energized bunnies and freaky fellows, all into themselves as though they knew something more than the chase for money and ***.
And they say this is the American Dream; follow the greed as humanity burns to pay for these pleasures.
SoHo, Village groupies who long ago gave up their tongues and their eyes...