Frothing forth
at the end of love,
leaping and screaming
on teeming sidewalks,
teetering on fault lines
of götterdammerung or
psycho-kinetic crack-up,
eyes blazing in rage at
something they can’t see,
taking over the daylight.
Working three or four
part-time shit jobs,
too young to have done
hard time anywhere
but dead ready to go.
Author notes
Written May 23rd, 2005
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