Ode to Moshpit Yuppies

It’s on all the streets you crossed till now,
The eyes and the bits of integrity that stayed behind
Leaving you
Fraying at the edges
What will you be if you keep walking?
Will you disappear?
And will you walk yourself into a nice little coven
Inhibitors of grey walls and vertiginous elevators
Those barren 6 by 11 ones that heave and toss you around
Throws you into wars
With your bedspreads and newspapers
Fighting and spilling tears on the truth till it changes
Into apathy - pills and tranquil-shots
One, two, three, maybe fourteen

And you look so pretty there
Pouting your cigarette-tanned lips, your eyes rolled to your left
Thrashed and drained out of your brains
Full of green-vein maps
On a one-way street to misery, mumbling cheap subway poetry

Light me a fire, baby
Maybe we will put on a pretty-dark, pretty-grim scene
Nod our heads and bang our brains out
Knocking into each other
Trusting to break
Onto the other side