154 Drabble: I saw the best minds of my generation...
Title: I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 154: Classic Lit (Howl by Allen Ginsberg)
Characters: Spike, Dru, Allen Ginsberg
A/N: Just to be clear, the title and the first line of this drabble are from the groundbreaking 1955 poem. No infringement is intended, just homage.
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
Spike had idly wondered why Dru let that pinwheel-eyed doofus hang about that evening at Fugazzi's. Personally, he found the new breed of post-war American seekers endearing (and delicious, due to the recreational herbs and chemicals), but Dru was a traditionalist. The bespectacled gnome was not behaving like dinner or any sort of suitor, so Spike shrugged and left them to it. Their interaction had the look of an interview, of all things.
Now, listening to the fellow recite his poem, he understood.
FIN
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 154: Classic Lit (Howl by Allen Ginsberg)
Characters: Spike, Dru, Allen Ginsberg
A/N: Just to be clear, the title and the first line of this drabble are from the groundbreaking 1955 poem. No infringement is intended, just homage.
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
Spike had idly wondered why Dru let that pinwheel-eyed doofus hang about that evening at Fugazzi's. Personally, he found the new breed of post-war American seekers endearing (and delicious, due to the recreational herbs and chemicals), but Dru was a traditionalist. The bespectacled gnome was not behaving like dinner or any sort of suitor, so Spike shrugged and left them to it. Their interaction had the look of an interview, of all things.
Now, listening to the fellow recite his poem, he understood.
FIN