June 16, 2004

ode to pretty boys who were my poetry class.

soft-willed infantalists who are
afraid their testosterone might leak
write banalities like
"I am a prisoner of war
in the battle of the sexes"

I wish to take those boys
and lock lips in the midst of a mosh pit
just so they get pissed

it's better to be hated than to behave
besides, anger makes better art than clichés
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.