We'll take this town, you and I.
Bring it right
To its knees.
A stranger with a bouquet of candles
Burned down to the nub
Greasy steamed-scorched hands and
Blistered fingertips.
We'll carve our names out
Of the bathroom wall.
Write manifestos in black marker
And make gods like men.
We'll sharpen our shovels
Lead the unplanned attack
Simultaneous
Spontaneous
And I will ride your tides
Past the broken glass stars.
Sweet Jesus!
You will remember the walk
The skulk of the intelligent attack.
A medicinal kiss
For a chewing glass war.
Fixed like a dog.
A unique hari-kari
For the civilized world
That shames what it knows
And bleeds dry
Everything it doesn't.
We'll take this town- you and I.
We'll make it ours
It will feel like
The god
Poised on the edge of
Bicycle spokes
On anti-depressants and bourbon.
It will not feel right
At first.
But high on Golgotha
We'll learn to love ourselves
Better than our heroes.
We'll wear the sails
We should have set
When we take this town
You and I.
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