look at all the words
so many all the
*******'d words
I'm the poet
of someone else's generation
the men, the women,
space aliens and
turnip truck drivers
my age,
embrace being the same.
there's no soul
in pretending to be insane.
around the world
in
8
seconds
video
clips
baby birds and oreo vests.
return my cut out
Native tongue.
the words have
all gone numb.