I spend my days

on hate and mymoney

onwastedtime

sick of this town

losten route

a death mask

madeofplaster cast

to the visage

of independence

kept down

bycircumstance,

a starcrossed lover

jaywalking,

blindfolded.

chew lightbulbs in the morning
rolling on skateboardwheels
thinking about you
no matter how hard I try
not tostare at the sun
I can't look away.
blinding brilliant burnout kids
with bad habits
and selfdestructive tendencies
fighttheirenemies.