O Propulsion!
You thrum in the hangar
You're humming through Danger Zone, Skynrd, and Dre.
You curate a haze
Getting oiled up three ways
Til you're roaringly loosed on the day

And you circle the city
and think on how pretty
yr launchpad looks in the rust
And you're too circumspect to think
It all won't be wrecked but your erection will face down the dust.

O Abandon!
You hurtle from battle to battle
From Bottle to Bottle
You must.
You must be seen crushing
what there is to crush
til yr crushed, too, to glorious dust.
And I pout and I scowl and I kick gravel off the bridge
And hope that some of it lands in your food
Wishing too that the truth pulled me up by the root
to uproot
To uproot me for good.

forever, too
but also good.

And my long, lancet train
Hurtles upward and drains
All the red from the flesh of the coast
And the dead men I love
And the old men I loathe tell me
Give up the
Give up the ghost
Cuz I won't.


Oh I try, lord, to track
Try to chart you in packs
But, in fact, you're too many to spot
Out of cars, bars, and banks
Every door swells your ranks
When they're open, and when are they not?
And you howl down the town down the day
down the sound down the sun down the beach round all bends
And you boom in the canon
And ring in the hands
In the mouths of my well-meaning friends.

Boys will be boys!

You are right I won't dance
You are why I won't dance
you and disco pigs far worse than you
Still sweet ellie goulding echoes round the hall
singing lololove me like you do.
Love who?

You make a motto of the impulse that
Is summarized as
"Every Shot you didn't take is one that you missed"

Which makes a martyr of the reflex
where you pump the breaks
And give the other cars around the right to exist

You only YOLO
So you don't FOMO
And "No" is a thing you avoid
Who asks permission of the thing they destroy?
If it's a bad thing to do, they'll just say you're a boy being a boy

Though to most I'll deny I'll confide to the quiet
That you and I are the same kind
I, too, live in flashes
Burn moments to ashes
I, too, hold no shapes in my mind
But I wonder if you see the distinctions
Appreciate the differences in the disease
That is: whatever you will call incontinence
I call pissing wherever you please.


And my long, lancet train
Hurtles upward and drains
All the red from the flesh of the coast
And the dead men I love
And the old men I loathe tell me
Give up the
Give up the ghost
Cuz I won't.