on the beat

Oh where is darling Vollmer
as a river merchants wife
she was there for the beginning
till accident claimed her life
And Corso he insisted
upon many female beats
like Sura and her Li Po
and electroshock Prima
Notably sweet Carolyn
went off the road in time
but where are all those lovely legs
ODed or lost their minds
Now in this day of movements made
by dinner booth and rowdy bar
the existential poets sing
while the artists strike the chords
And I hear their calling this addiction
a bold new generation
where controversial creativity
is spontaneous and messy
and the production of non-conformity
is style drinking alone under the moon