We Are Your Future

sunshine.
brilliant, glistening
through the window
stained from phantom rains
it illuminates youthful, blemished
faces.
they bathe in glimmering golden
light.
remember?
look back on all these years
nevermore.
those days will be seldom seen again
but for in the reflection of our childrens' eyes
but for in the silvery mirror of memory.
watch
as the potential swirls into blooming plumes of smoke
drifts away.
take a minute to notice
the expanse of spiderwebbed
scars
slithering up our arms
fingertips to shoulders.
this wonderful, dysfunctional
generation of
wierdos.

written approximately April 8, 2009