Blue Generation


It all just popped into my head
everything I've said
and done.
My existence doesn't revolve around yours.

Yours is from a planet of somewhere
unknown to most.

My belly crawls
Flesh creeps
Eyes weep.

Blue generation

General feelings of anticipation
New creation

Mother wails, in comparison
Compassion left.

Walls abound
My eyes well with tears
Body shivers with fears
Look into all the mirrors
Reflection disappears

With the blink of an eye
you appear once again
and we start over.


Peace. Rustic (2000)
ps. Great works from everyone!