DAY 7, POEM 7: MY GENERATION DEMANDS AN ADJECTIVE

Arbitrarily identifying the
people in my life old man
look what you’ve become
living personally with yourself
that unrewarding green

reminds me of the time I
ruined my grandmother’s
day at the park additionally
on plastic coat hangers every
dollar twenty-five gets me

closer to nowhere but I’m
getting there much faster now
you couldn’t but you can what
has become of the life-stylist
last I heard they were pulling

him down from the trees
these locks cannot be cut until
I’m free and we’re probably
talking never because history
teaches us what destiny won't