Driftwood

driftwood

Young hipsters
Hid in darkness
Cat-called, with
High-pitched
Castrati-like voices

Broke convention
Played imaginary games
That, couldn’t be won
Soundly thrashed
Dismissed as insignificant
Escaped, down
An increasingly
Steeper precipice

 Slid faster and faster
Stubbornly, clung to
My little piece
Of the universe
Circled the drain
Drifted, to an
Underground river

Emerged unscathed
Wanted to trust
Evidence pointed
To the contrary
Barriers stood
New depths
Of shallowness
Clearly revealed

Creativity buzzkilled
Mocked by mumblings
Of perverted narcissism
Just, once
To be heard
Just, once
To be understood