We
dreamdancechildren
find our black jackets
at the same store
but what matters is
who pays the most
consumeristpridebysacrifice.
We hide behind
hipsterslangjargonsongs
proud of that which we
cannot share--
indieelitistsnobs.
And we are all illusions
paintedbillboardwomen
selling our bodies for little
and our souls for less.
I
ashedlippedoblivious
drymartinicool
sit with my arms crossed
unimpressed and stranded
on this desolate island of
images--
we know what we want
andweknowhowtogetit.

01/15/2002

Posted on 01/15/2002
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