After all, life hasn't much to
offer except youth, and I suppose for older people,
the love of youth in others. Fitzgerald.
These kids
are fire and ice
As the
rest of us fight and harden
Their friction
creates light and power and
Keeps the
whole damn ball of rock
Spinning
The spaces
between are not filled
Are hardly
even considered by brains full of sex
Liquor and
weed and coke and pills
And laughter
and flight
There is
no line
No pull
Gravity still
a theory
No two
days the same
It is a
wonder and a joy
To behold
And I am
still them
We all are
in some way
Still there
with them
At anarchy’s
door
At the
bottom of our hearts
Within our
darkest dreams
Devilspeak
dripping as honey in our ear
Remember that?
The scramble
into sunlight
Every morning
Just to
find out who you actually are
Picasso said
youth has no age
I mean I like
being older
But being
grown up
Shit…
If you let
them
These squared
off and uniform and
Repeated days
will destroy what you once
Were
What you
still are
and to all
those who ignore the
blood red whispers
you are
welcome to your happiness
your picnics
at the park and work lunches
defy the
struggle and die in peace
fill the vacuum
dot I’s and
cross T’s
The rest
of us will have already jumped
Fallen
Run through
the hailstorm
Woken up
on the wrong side of tomorrow
We are the
devil children of fire and ice
We are
fighters
We are light
and power
Sex liquor
and weed and coke and pills
And laughter
and flight.