Jun 2014
I watched the best minds of my generation sit and watch jersey shore
on a Monday night high on cough syrup
Contemplating hyphy at dawn
In fear of the day they would break
With tall teas and idiosyncrasies of language
So profound as to make all but the most imbued
confounded
Who were busted ***** deep in under aged **** Bleeding
on the locker room floors in the shade
and hallways of eager decadence
and busted again three years later
in ancient palaces at Hanover
Who rolled on the floor in ecstasy giggling at the shapes
Floating listlessly in a dream down the ski slopes of Rutland
With out feeling in the face or hands, they laid down in the white
Light of daybreak on the rooftops of yesterday
Who made YouTube videos getting ****** up the ***
By black ***** and loving it with a wide grin
Shamelessly braying and bucking in the languor
and persistent fickle protest for want of identity
Who punched each other in the face with boxing gloves
Because they never knew pain or love
Drinking the backwashed dregs of glasses
And smoking cigarette butts on midnight
Soccer fields
Who saw the perspectives reverse and shorten only to lengthen again
And then tried to explain their visions of foxes
To angle-haired exuberant Norwegian pranksters
Who wondered what the meaning was while drunk on plastic *****
Sitting on carpet with the lights out in the smell of socks
Who smashed stolen mugs against sheet rock walls leaving marks
And left their lives for the machine shops of west Texas
Only to return to Alabama in a drunken blur for more
Who jacked off during French classes on the hill and sold drugs
To snitches for outrageous prices
Who begged for mercy from men and women less than them
From fear of the dreaded blacked pock marked record
Who stole whole rows of over the counter drugs for a cheap high
On Saturdays during winter months of seasonal depression
Who lived and loved more than they even knew before child days
Ended and adult games began
Only ever wanting truth and purity
and sincerity
in sublime ether lights never quite understood
on a Monday night high on cough syrup
Contemplating hyphy at dawn
In fear of the day they would break
With tall teas and idiosyncrasies of language
So profound as to make all but the most imbued
confounded
Who were busted ***** deep in under aged **** Bleeding
on the locker room floors in the shade
and hallways of eager decadence
and busted again three years later
in ancient palaces at Hanover
Who rolled on the floor in ecstasy giggling at the shapes
Floating listlessly in a dream down the ski slopes of Rutland
With out feeling in the face or hands, they laid down in the white
Light of daybreak on the rooftops of yesterday
Who made YouTube videos getting ****** up the ***
By black ***** and loving it with a wide grin
Shamelessly braying and bucking in the languor
and persistent fickle protest for want of identity
Who punched each other in the face with boxing gloves
Because they never knew pain or love
Drinking the backwashed dregs of glasses
And smoking cigarette butts on midnight
Soccer fields
Who saw the perspectives reverse and shorten only to lengthen again
And then tried to explain their visions of foxes
To angle-haired exuberant Norwegian pranksters
Who wondered what the meaning was while drunk on plastic *****
Sitting on carpet with the lights out in the smell of socks
Who smashed stolen mugs against sheet rock walls leaving marks
And left their lives for the machine shops of west Texas
Only to return to Alabama in a drunken blur for more
Who jacked off during French classes on the hill and sold drugs
To snitches for outrageous prices
Who begged for mercy from men and women less than them
From fear of the dreaded blacked pock marked record
Who stole whole rows of over the counter drugs for a cheap high
On Saturdays during winter months of seasonal depression
Who lived and loved more than they even knew before child days
Ended and adult games began
Only ever wanting truth and purity
and sincerity
in sublime ether lights never quite understood
