Sometimes I feel like
There is so much
Fucking wrong
With me.

But I want joy
Wonder
And creation –

The people I love,

Their reflection like
Mirrors
Of beauty and meaning
Colliding.

I want to be
Part of the Earth

With innovation
Rooted
Like ethernet and tree roots.

I want
Wild dayglo days,

And happy
Otaku hippies

By my side
With controllers

And relishing
That freedom to be
Obsessive
While truly alive.

I don’t want
Your dishonest
Day job blues,

Your money,
Your politics
Screaming

On OLED screens
Too filtered
From blue light waves
Hiding truth.

I want to express
How awesome
It actually is
At all –

To feel so deeply
Alone

About how purposefully
Flawed
Flesh remains.

We were made
By a playful God.

We are t-shirts
Of tie-dye requiems.

I want dragons,
Dinosaurs
And Dreamcasts –

Myths with tags
Still attached,

Peanut butter
And honey sandwiches
On a rainy
Inside day

Where stars shine
Neon for good
On static-filled VHS
Memories

Where old Saturday mornings
Stay
Forever again
Like figures
On eternity’s shelf
Staying put
Until we blow
Off that dust.

• J. Pigno