The best Skinners are solid
and well defined
I am a skinner
This poem is a skin
Some detract from the truth as if adapting
to a re-woven virtue
Pretending they’re still young
as if Youth was a prerequisite
for the beauty of being alive
Paul Carroll once wrote
The Poem in Its Skin
and he was right
The poem is the skin
defining the breath and the word
enveloping occulting constructs
of the eye and the ear
imprinted like an Envelope
sent through time
I am no longer young
yet contain my youth within
(been there, done that)
shit like that is pertinent...
I ain’t no fucking Millennial
dumbed down by Mercury
preserved vaccines
and “my shows”
on your TV
“The sky was the color of TV
set to a dead channel”
William Gibson . Nueromancer
with your ancient FaceBook picture
of when you were young
and thin
Thinking you were ‘hip’
when you never were
or will be.
