bring us your recyclable: cans bottles tires newspapers
leftover
children, beautifully beaten begotten children
offensive defensive catatonic would-be murderers
dopers whores
rapists homeless insane empty
unthinkable
whatever
abandon
your hostages
(fingerprints)
his mind is blank, like gray walls,
like stone walls solid gray,
strong fingers gripping his neck,
pushing his head into the wall,
into the wall,
into the wall,
everything turns to gray,
his mind is crawling out the window,
his mind is leaping
fingerprints- stupid kid
with no reflex, you earned this,
feel-this-taste-this-know-this you
will inherit all of it,
stupid kid can't learn respect so learn fear,
learn fists and beer bottles
and crowbars,
let it keep you cold, keep you frozen,
no reflex
all of them covered in
fingerprints,
don’t touch these kids, they can’t be touched,
these dogs become wolves under moon shaped streetlamps,
reliving the echo of every touch,
punch, stomp,
busted jaw,
every executed moment,
hear them howling - hear them howling,
listen but do not touch
fuck fucking fuck!
you fuck!
don’t fuck!
you fucking fuck! don’t!
fucking!
touch me!
bring us your:
damaged goods,
unwanted
perishables
we are 16th street
survivalists
(a pack of lips)
and we
rearrange our
derangements
in chemical bathtubs,
wildfire
consuming
ourselves
we make art
out of
sabotage,
dancing
chaotic street collisions
in runaway shoes,
we draw
punk shaped scars
on concrete walls
and
the words to songs
we can never sing
on loose
leaf
paper
airplanes
(mayday
mayday
mayday
