YDP01: unhappy creatures

We are unhappy
creatures seeing ourselves in your desperation
laden with what we've lost
our shiny dreams fabricated
like our earliest memories, despite what we've been told
With spurned consumers' anger
snapping and pawing the ground
we are quarantined by our past reflections
shunned by the sunstroked and silent
those raw and burnt, flinching from touch
with the safety of range
With hipster irony, listless and dilute,
we level our surroundings despite
no blueprint worth mentioning
revision unnecessary
the past standing as it always has and apparently must
We are all unhappy creatures

coda
I should have stopped to write the lines
Now they are gone like passengers sick on trains
stained with the gore of stillborn poetry