unimpressed we press on

connected to a screen i feel stuck

i don't know how to be awestruck

my generation is overstimulated, unimpressed,
and left craving human touch

we view what were "the good old days" as living life rough

drugs, dangers, pressing the limits have all come
because feeling is tough


patience is no longer veiwed as a virtue
but as a weakness
we demand
bigger
         better
                 faster
                         stronger

and have forgotten what peace is

night swimming

floating between two worlds
the water and the sky
almost weightless almost waiting
for the next airplane to fly by
thoughts drifting to the variety
of the passenger's lives

swallowing the expanse above me
and imagining it below
kicking feet for once graceful
following the flow

tomorrow i'm seeing a boy
who makes me feel warm
where i used to feel empty
the next day i'm going away
to live for a while
in a new city
either too personal
or political
i'm not sure i still care for poetry

a standing on moon landing

unlike those before me
i was not amazed
to see man walk on the moon
i was instead shocked to learn
we had not been more

it was years before i knew
we were not just trying to explore
but we walked
as a side effect
of war