Fowl

For The Mews

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by yearning
Thin over-greedy self-conscious
Strutting through campus streets at dawn showing off
The proof of their opportunity
Status symbol-minded posers burning for green eyes
Wasting space in the jog of their minds
Who targeted and embellished and dumb eyed and bored spend time
Sedating creativity with intoxicated waters and flashes
Wasting desire on imitating idols
Who without any capacity to know why they buy or
On any plain night why the world cries is full of lies
What their ignorance and greed press further away
Who pass through their libraries and parks filled with trees
Without any true sense of what the world needs or the potential
Their glory may feed

Involuntarily Injected

Yesterday you told her
that she had every right
to fight for control of her body.
Yesterday you told her
that she would not be silenced
when she told you of the violation
that society and the people inside
it imposed.

Ecstacy Eyes and Adolescent-Hearted Lies

Gets your skull a-rolling,
Gets your thighs a-rolling,
Gets your hips a-rolling,
Gets your heart a-rolling,
Gets your brain a-rolling,
Gets your thoughts a-rolling from the ground,
From somewhere sound.
Puts you behind windows,
Makes you look through windows,
Makes you think your eyes are windows,
Makes you close the windows when the air conditioning is on,
Makes you stand in front of windows,
Makes you contort your bod in front of windows,
Makes you follow people around houses with windows
Turning off the lights
(At night – in the day the windows give light
And you can’t turn off windows).
Makes you feel hot when the sun reaches through those windows
Into that hall where you’ve been locked behind those windows,
Makes you reach your mind through those windows,
Your eyes through those windows,
And reach your hands through those windows.
Makes you forget who lives outside those windows
Which have become your eyes,
Which have become your lies,
Makes you forget who brought you those windows,
Makes you forget who made you those windows.
Makes you forget what you see out of those windows,
Makes you see nothing out of those windows,
Makes you forget that everything is outside those windows.
Makes you see that glass cannot be penetrated with the bare eye,
Or the bare mind,
Or the bare hand,
Or the bare time (the bare time,
The bare time),
You barely had the time (of the sky,
of your mind, or of your tall glass climbs).