Talking About The Turned On Generations. Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Talking about the turned on generations.
A hallucinate drug epidemic spreading
through out our entire nation. Seeing
Various types of hallucinations.Keeping
on turning having flash backs!

Hey my pretty sick chick, Babe Love,
you don't need kicks. Trying to
reach even new heights.
On one your trips, Babe Love,
you are flip out. Leaving
your self no way out.

Hey Babe Love, you should like
really listening to me
cause I kinda know what
I am yakking about. It ain't
no good me talkin' about.
You just shake your head,
and babe Love and
laugh at me.

Hey Babe Love, it's
been spreading through
the grape vine all over
town, The kids are all
calling me, "Kathy's Clown."
One of these fine days
you are gonna try and
find me.

Hey Babe why should
I waste anymore of my
life? When your trippin'
out day and night.
One day is gonna
turn off all your lights.

Hey Babe Love, I know you
leave your bedroom's window
a jar. You've been telling
me you are gonna go
out and touch the sun.
You keep thinking you
are going fly trying
to reach the sky.

Hey, Babe Love Kathy,
here I stand all alone
and afraid. Putting a
dozen red roses on
your grave. Crying
my eyes out as I
ask God why? He
just let you die!
But I can't lie
the way you lived
was the exact same way
you died too young!

Dedicated to Art Link Letter's daughter,
I forgot her name. She used to get
high on LSD and think she could fly!
"She's come undone, she's climbed
a mountain she couldn't climb.
And when she found she couldn't
fly it was too late." I paraphrased
the words.

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 25,2020