Long distance hugging seems a thing Hips a mile apart and jutting back As if the mere proximity might indicate A degree of intimate yearning. I remember proper bear hugs Squeezing so hard your ears popped With such prolonged body contact Accidental pregnancies could occur. Simpler times, when oysters went in stew For walrus’s and Carpenters to enjoy Before the world discovered dark Alice And her terribly questionable friends. Perhaps it was the drugs So prevalent in my youth, Available on each street corner Next to the newspaper stand. Every day was psychedelic and peaceable Till Monterey stilled the good vibrations Reducing love and hope to angry gang signs Tagged up high on crumbling ghetto wall.