You and me and layers of debris

Glorious youths
stolen after the fact
mummified cultural dead ends
drained of meaning
mined for nostalgia.

Anthropologists study
our High School yearbooks
scratching their heads.

All those snowboards
and Playstation 2s
must have been used
by someone.


Naked Still before the World I Stand

Call me naive.
Call me a hopeless dreamer.
Call me a stubborn product
of a childhood in the nineties,

flimsy and irrelevant
to the world as is.

We were born into the world
as naked as our emperors,
standing on the shoulders
of giant fairies
looking far
towards a future
that would never come.

Forgive us
for we share not
your cynicism,
at least not in our hearts,

and we still believe
in the
naked and complicated
beauty of a snowflake
rather than the
simple and comfortable
sizeable power
of a snowball.