eyeliner prettyboys
and you know
those giggling kissing girls
so cool
so cool
in their chic designer jeans
so tight
so tight...
hairstyles
oh so....so.... new
tattoos
piercings so... now
dancing mindlessly in afterhours clubs
mini talk
lipstick gestures
teasing smiles
clique laughter in the droning haze
then spilling out onto the neon blushed sidewalk
jostling one another
playful quasi humans
swept away by a current of post modern boredum
to the next busy bar
while a deaf mute homeless man
reaches up to them with a paper coffee cup in his trembling hand
silently begging for coins
nervously chewing on an unlit bent cigarette butt
from the shadows of an alley way emerges
a deranged ex marine in full camouflage fatigues
face striped with jungle greens and browns
both hands clutching fully loaded 9mm's for the next episode of killing spree
Author notes
One can understand why Surrealism was not afraid to make for itself a tenet of total revolt, complete insubordination, of sabotage according to rule, and why it still expects nothing save from violence. The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd.
Andre Breton, Second Manifesto of Surrealism
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