This generation is the selfie nation,
Taking pictures of the dying, digitization,
This generation is the generic nation,
Cancelling history and subjects, Salvation,
This generation is the death nation,
Being overweight is healthy, becoming purgation,
This generation is the stronger nation,
Deeming everything offensive, becoming manipulation,
This generation is the hateful nation,
Hating the own agnations,
This gerenation is the end nation,
Pushing and pushing, damnation,
This generation is the promoting nation,
Gender Swap, ***, paedophilia, pushing all these, Arbitration.
This genernation is the activism nation,
Save the Earth, making change that still damages the Earth, ruination.
This generation is the we won't do this nation,
Won't go to war to fight for others, pure negation,
This generation is the nation,
The eldery generation regrets fighting for their foundation,
This generation is the Anti-Homosexuality nation,
That still disowns there child for there sexuaility, Affirmation,
This generation who is fighting LGBTQ Rights Nation,
Hating those who refuse to date the same *** hating religion, so **** condamnation.
This generation scream Black Lives Matter Nation,
Reducing Police Brutality, improving lot more crimes, congratulation,
This generation fighting for women right nation,
Taking away male rights, instead of alterations and collaborations.
This generation is the older nation,
Bullying, lies and caring nation, Allocation,
This generation is the end nation,
Death filtration of the world's creation.
This generation buid this nation,
They have to learn to live with the cermation.

an existential question so deep,
it can be answered only by
enumerating a million tiny
words:

in the quiet crackling of a spine & unsticking page noise of an opening of a brand new book, a first of firsts, a thrill for free in any bookstore that is yours now, uniquely and forever

in the upward stroking of a smooth
cheek, by your smallest finger, upon
a newborn’s face, your youngest child’s
newborn, and a rare moment of unadulterated love tinged by
immortality

the smile you retrieve when scratching
that old beloved pet’s face, in the exact
spot only you two know and a long time ago
discovered


patrolling the Promenade, espying an
elderly couple so bundled against the
city’s Arctic cold freeze, that movement nearly impossible, nonetheless holding gloved hands in a manner and a moment describable only as inseparable

letting someone jump in front of you,
at the supermarket or the bank, when
they have only one item to purchase, and you, a dozen or so, but the most important item you really really urgent need you have is to prove to yourself that it is possible to buy more time
for a human

crossing with an elegant eldery woman
across the wilds of First Ave., who insists
she needs no help (ha!), but doing it anyway
by complimenting her candy striped cane,
and being rewarded with a “stop that, or
I’ll be forced to take you
home!”

searching endlessly for  red kidney beans in olive oil in a health store that has no less than 19 varieties of everything, and an immigrant teenager employee tskes you across a cityscape of aisles, turns, niches and alcoves  to the exact spot and item, and you
smile and weep because the beam of their smile at your pleasure lights up two souls
simultaneously

next, herbed flavored tofu?

making a bank teller laugh (a near impossibility) when depositing a very large
check, and when asked if there is anything
else you need, informing that you would like to withdraw half immediately but only if they have a sufficient quantity of extra large size single dollar bills!

a group of privileged upper east side college seniors eating out at a wonderful Italian neighborhood restaurant, talking loudly about their recent travels abroad, and how crazy it is that one cannot get a cappuccino in Italy(!) except at breakfast
(oh, the in-justice)

here I stop, because not a lot, of my reasons
to be brought forth are concluded, but only because  you have started
to feel an urgent need to p-
repare/start your own list, immediately if not sooner to ascertain precisely your own anwer to:
Where
are you
being?

5:48am
NYC
Shabbat, January 18, 2025
18 Tevet, 5785

Yōko Nogiwa was possessed by devils. Yōko Nogiwa endured exorcism. I shall remember her to our Lord. Yōko Nogiwa's beauty blinded her to essential truths. I felt her temporal brain's pain.

Yōko is dead-set in heat & I dare not for now ever leave her as I am
anticipating sub-tropic monsoon, wearin' floods, eating wild ******
while dealing with rash that's symptomatical of non-typhoidal fever that no medician can extirpate via scalpel wielded as an axe-cleaver
in an eldery Romani queen's ****-house as a klepto-swiping believer
or in an X-Roma crone flit's crap-house as a crap-swipin' receiver or
in a Roman crone queen's ****-house as a runny ****-wipin' deceiver

Oh my, oh my
Did you see the girl with the boy
She was skipping on President's Avenue, and how charming she was
She helped the old man cross the street and opened doors for the eldery
She was such a darling soul!

Yōko is dead-set in heat & I dare not for now ever leave her as I am
anticipating sub-tropic monsoon, wearin' floods, eating wild ******
while dealing with rash that's symptomatical of non-typhoidal fever
that no medician can extirpate via scalpel wielded as an axe-cleaver
in an eldery Romani queen's ****-house as a klepto-swiping believer
or in an X-Roma crone flit's crap-house as a crap-swipin' receiver or
in a Roman crone queen's ****-house as a runny ****-wipin' deceiver
because it's Yōko Nogiwa who operates the milky-***-gland reliever
My incubator incubated chicks for dinner as I hit the floor & then 2
of my legs fell off so I can't do a walkin' chore that I need 2 legs for
off shore on a truck tour with more velour against my core bed sore
days before, to wage war, Hillary dyked an Arab ***** on the floor

The Life of a Proctologist
“Hand me that hand cream.”
“Oh, shut up!”

Humanity is the lie,
Waiting for the end, we all die.
Humanity is the lie,
Hiding away within disguise,
Screaming about acceptance,
Weapon uses within vengeance,
Words of offensive, know a jail sentence,
Fat is beautiful, health conditions non presence,
Junk food is the source, over eating non admittance,
We want to be accepted, we are also resistance,
We want to be accepted, we are snowflakes about the eldery rememberance,
We want to erase all history, but it ok for black history to be represented.

Humanity is the lie,
Waiting for the end, we all die.
Humanity is the lie,
Hiding away within disguise,
Screaming about acceptance,
Weapon uses within vengeance,
Shut the whole down, offended,
We don't  want facts, we are not fully comprehended.
We are not acceptable for academia,
Cause education is straight lies and descended,
We won't fight in a war, we are not that generation, we are not kids, we are done pretending,
We won't admit our wrongs or sins, we are the righteous and correct defendants,
We are the generation, here for only one reason,to care about the lying agenda,
Simple Google Search and wikipedia, our only true source of truth and independence,
We know that wikipedia can be changed, we also know that simple google search is just nonsense same as the media.

We are not students any more, we are just Narcissist,
We are not even artist, we are not even activist,
95 percent of us are not even the smartest,
Not from mental health and health disorders, but by choice.

Humanity is the lie,
Waiting for the end, we all die.
Humanity is the lie,
Hiding away within disguise,
Screaming about acceptance,
Weapon uses within vengeance,

when i tell my mom
"i have a date tonight"
she has one comment:
"whatever you do,
DON'T wear THAT
old sweater
with the geese all over
or THOSE
brown horse hoove shoes
CLANGING like the kentucky derby
with each step
those ones that the bottoms fell out of"
i sigh, wrap the phone cord around my neck
HANG it up, on the shelf
my hope, dignity, cares, whatever
LOOK, a chest
masked by geese flock
feet turned to hooves
a MATING DISPLAY
that only ever works
the lady in the mirror
when she looks
she sees the tips of mountain tops
etched in leather
is taken back to times
where the only sound
was the clank of boots on ground
        the scrape of rocks
        sun on face
where the only sound
was geese on the water
        no where else to be
        but right here, right now
where the only sound
was the ooh and aahs
         of my best friend
         with a big pearly smile
         when i dug it out
         of the giant blue bin
         at the pay-by-the-pound
         laughing while we spun
         theories of eldery ladies
         of its PAST
she mouths to me
"i like your birdleneck"
i mouth to her
"i like you"
and walk out the door