Glistening and gleaming,

chiming, jangling, and dreaming,

holding onto this pipe dream

that feeds the rot belly souls of the world

as they gorge themselves on darkness and light

sucking up the oxygen we need to breathe,

uncaring that they are wasteful and mismanaged,

that they are broken, shattered, irrefutably damaged

as they go about their daily grind.

We are the dreamers,

the skulkers and schemers,

the shadow walkers that ride the night,

haunting the pop culture crinoline centers

that filter-breathe the world.

We are the mystifiers,

the wonderers that wander, plead, and plunder,

that search endless corridors

for what we need most to survive,

the secrets, means, and motives

that drive the heart of the world.

We are the Web-walkers,

the hackers and slashers,

the candy-coated, ribbon toting,

iron-sided, monster munching,

number crunching, spider walking children

of the nighttime world.

We are all and everything,

engulfing, gorging ourselves on what's offered,

pretending that we are more than we are,

dressing in the blackest black

in hopes that someone will notice and adore us

as we wander, directionless, past the baby-booming mothers and fathers

that birthed us to the world.

We are more and less than we can imagine,

we are users and abusers,

steamy sties and hiccups gifted to the world

by our uncaring, multiple child bearing,

waste producing, air polluting,

cell-phone toting, parents.

We are all that they say and more,

we are shadow children

that skulk and scuttle past the velvet ropes

that guard the secrets of everyone and everything

for the simple reason that we will have what we want

when we want

and how we want it.

We are everything and nothing,

scratching and scabbing,

scraping together some kind of life

on this earth that is ours,

for we will inherit all that we survey,

for we are the future, the past, the present,

and forever.