Make a future out of thumb tacks
in a pissed-up sort of fashion
then live it. Down with fascism
eggs for breakfast, & so forth.
in a city on fire
shall we line up nicely to die
shall we hand over our belongings
shall we renounce our neighbours
under the watchful eye of the moon
Slather the butter over your toast
clink your glasses, say,
Funny how time runs out!
Tuck those doubts under your hat
& remember where you come from.
Turn off the lights
where is the Revolution, mother
why does nobody want to be saved
a sore existence & a Hello Kitty band aid
to patch up another January
good year for conglomerates
& men in power.
There is no Love
in the imperialist state
& if I know nothing else
I know he fucking hates cops.
insoluble dream of living well
[2010 voice] dont like, dont read
this one also goes out to palaeochannel6 for somehow always knowing when i most need a reminder to keep writing