"basquait" poems
Where are the greats of my generation?
The great artist and thinkers.
Will there be another Warhol, Basquait?
Of course not.
Are we doomed to a worth set by numbers?
Are we doomed to have language become a nuance
Where conversation is useless?
Where eye contact and subtle glances
Become fiction for Romances?;
Where is the fire in our youthful souls?
We want to be heard so we take another poll
One thousand nine hundred and three.
We gained the ability to reach the masses
But we chose to be classless.
Always looking out for the last
-Ist.
Where are the greats of my generation?
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC