millennial mire

Lost as we found ourselves
in that convoluted mire
of misguided humanity
which came to be recalled
in the vernacular of modern history
as The Millennial Generation,
little presently could assuage
the fervent rapaciousness
of our artistic urges
nor our belief that such urges would
ultimately
yield work both timeless
and relevant.

the world I know

I have awoken to a world of shit

am I, myself, less than I believe myself to be
am I, simply left unkempt, a lowly and dumb beast
am I, left unchecked and unattached, another fuck
what am I

another great lover, left free to float and fornicate
and fritter away my adult life

or a body of cloth and soap to dress up
and wipe off and parade around

what about another worker to move and lift and drop
and pour and stack and stuff and pack and bind
and tie and build and wreck and obey

what am I to you

something more

what lies beneath the flower

breaking down reality
dragging out society
dreams of flower falacy
hoping for your dreams to be

waiting for the wall to crumble
pushing for a change to come
pulling us to follow forward
no recall of where we’re from

segregate the evil ones
separate from evil ways
operate within your shelter
oppose all the fools who stay

tug at heart-strings with conviction
hope the sheep will share your tears
change belief to parallel you
fight the cause to hide your fears

flowers bloom and see me as a snake
simple schism differing the path we take
we still love you, still love the way you kiss the sun
do not hate me, you are not the only one
who feels
who sees
who cares
I am not your enemy