old skool farts

age-old hipsters with sagging egg-encrusted hair 
blackened eyes, tired, staring through years like the passage of centuries 
Johnny Rotten is no more. 

everything is crumbling, doomed to who-gives-a-fuck 

those teenage days of cocaine daze 
and drunken molotovs in the school parking lot 
and, shit, the days are getting shorter 
and it never amounted to much more than a, "Hey! 
I'm fucken pissed and i dont know what to do about it!" 

just grow a little older, maybe a little wiser 
(maybe not) 
and the passions are as stagnant as corporate ladders 
idealism sold away for a little piece of mine 
and can i truly just be sitting here? 
just sitting, wasting away? 

Hakim Bey's monographs sit on the shelf buried away 
collecting dust 
and mantras like chaos and black flags seem to blur 
into a foggy haze best remembered only when the old skool 
farts meet at the bar and talk wistful of revolution in the 
same breath as child care while somewhere someone is slamdancing alone 
and somewhere else someone else is tearing our fucking war down into retro cult fashion.... 

and we sit at the bar drowning in guiness 
telling ourselves we all just grew up 
or kid around, pretend we're subversive pink 
fill the pits in another ale and kid ourselves 

is this what it is to grow up (sell out)? 
or is this what it is to die?

i think i'm dead

i don't remember 
the last time i felt moved enough 
to give a care 

i don't remember 
when something gave more hope 
than junkie veins 

i don't remember 
my heart pulsing twice for any fancy skirt 
libido... i don't remember it 

i don't remember 
the last time food seemed to have a taste 
it's all become bland and dry 

i don't remember 
the last time i felt inspired to save a soul 
or to cast one in ruin 

all i remember 
is this emptiness, wondering when the day would end 
so another could start so it, too, could end 

all i remember 
is remembering i once wondered about life 
and i don't remember how long i've been dead

the sub rapes the dom

in beautiful submission (greed) 
i wrap myself around your ankles 
feline 
taking nothing but asking for the world 

to take me, claim me, rape me 
mark me, spoil me, stain me 

bury me in despondency 
take me and fill me with dirt 
my sins to be cleansed 
my demons to be soothed in the abuse you heap 

strip me of everything decent 
pillage my flesh, tear out my beast 
soil your psyche with the taint of vengeance 
as i heed your whims, absolved and free