Week 31 ~Heather Ouellette-Cygan

Posted: October 30, 2011 in Heather Ouellette-Cygan, Week 31

Generation None


We suddenly find ourselves,

The X, sandwiched between slices

Of booming babies and me, me,


Me; it’s all about me. We fumble

With our own latchkeys chained loosely

Around our young necks – dolled

Out by parents with key

Parties of their own.


We escaped the dim

Of Disney Princess pressed

Identity. Trusted John Hughes

To chronicle our youth instead.


We could have had a prophet

In Kurt Cobain, but he found

His gun too soon. Now, he’s dead.


So, shovel your blind promises, this October

Snow, over our heads and give us

Time to lace up our Doc Martens

Before we plough in to help you

Clean up this mess.

  1. Robyn says:

    Ooh… I like this one, Heather. Nice work. 🙂

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