With something personal
Hand upon receiver
Make this truly awesome.
Die Hard guys laughing and giggling
To themselves as they ordered pizza.
Who measure this smallest tremble.
Kids raised on Marx and aphrodisia
The same boys (spoilt I think)
Who broke the campus window
To the hot gates
Every top floor directed –
Ice sculpture of ourselves in victory.
Told to be alert, sensible
As the smirk shifted
To bundled reserves
In mysterious havens –
Correlated lights
For many to swim to.
Make science alchemy
If crazy/others madmen.
We stand in shadows
At times motionless.
From the depths: Listen. Terror. Kiss.
To those who push back
Who fall but want a piece of us.
Instead we step aside
To take to the inferno
Where dogs clean their bowls in pure lust
And money is like gold dust
A four minute warning is all you’ve got to join us.
Outstanding.