Punk Rock Bought It

Displace space,
beats disgrace place
and time, face
climb. Nut case,
fist raised to
chase disgrace.
Change the bass
line, up tempo pace.
Beats laced, chimed,
faced, climbed, raised.
Change the bass.
Up tempo pace.
Up tempo pace.
UP TEMPO PACE.
It’s a volume race,
and yours is no disgrace.

See me breathe

See me breathe
in 70 degree weather,
fog to split sunbeams
that hit me
with every color.
Frozen prism breath
protects me from UVs
with ice-beams,
no heat penetrating
You’re shivering.
Should I be sorry?

Bells for Youth

Are you dancing to your dirge?
Digging your toes in the wet dirt?
Claws cut, disrupt
Visceral function, drained.
Take your spectre,
skin graft, machinery.
Take your deaf night
and dance away the junction.