Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation

destroyed by male gaze,

starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves to the dating apps at dawn,

looking for a quickly match.

Angelheaded aesthetic hipsters

burning for the heavenly ancient connection

-or maybe just burning for some real connection-

to the starry dynamo of the Metaverse,

who nicotine pouchs and non-fungible tokens

and hollow-eyed and high sat up scrolling

in the supernatural darkness of coldbrew gluten free matcha latte across the floating cities

contemplating trap.