Pisaries Creator

the desert still misses the absent rainwater
no one thought of the drain covers hiding the stagnant water
eventually ending up in the ocean
the dead bodies ha e been buried with those already past
the dead stick close to the dead

the music videos immortalized the alienated and angsty
there were future interventions among the masses
all viewed as part of the establishment
it was uncool to be a person of change
no one wanted to be a part of a functioning marriage
it was embarrassing to have two kids with a white fence

bring back the sadness of Kurt offing himself
let River come back from the ashes
allow him to sail down the Mississippi 
don't let him convulse on the hard surface called Hollywood
let the insecure and insincere dump on their own heads
let there be some kind of access to relief

no more three-legged dogs and naked babies
the rooster is officially gone
a feather still floats high in the sky
above the trees and missing the electrical lines
diving all by itself and landing broken

we who have survived gave up
our plaid flannels sacrificed to a higher power
the holey jeans burned in the bonfire
there was no rejoicing
we did not marry the model or sit next to famous actors
some of us never shed self-loathing

truth is depressing and dysfunction is not acceptable
it is not a badge to wear when a new reality begins
another year comes and goes with the same results
it was a mental escape back then
a way out of boredom
a kind of fantasy built in the minds of high school idiots
the only enemy we fought ended up being ourselves

we were a one-hit wonder with no options
no one wanted to take our pictures
nothing about us was special
we did not end up on a Spin cover
truth be told the desert does not miss any kind of et
it is clear the missing has thrived
the other is what is actually lost'