world IS a fuck!
each generation's rebels endure the betrayal of allies forsaking their iconoclasm to vanish within establishment norms they made a point of standing against
the rage here: equally societal and personal, intimate and infinite, elegant and incendiary as its poetry sets fire to the landscape around it
if only it could do that literally
but disappointment and desolation remain unscorched and that void of disdain and despair churns a universe of pain
beautiful in its anguish, eloquent and raw, an enduring snapshot of now
"no pulled punches. no holds barred"
world IS a fuck!
each generation's rebels endure the betrayal of allies forsaking their iconoclasm to vanish within establishment norms they made a point of standing against
the rage here: equally societal and personal, intimate and infinite, elegant and incendiary as its poetry sets fire to the landscape around it
if only it could do that literally
but disappointment and desolation remain unscorched and that void of disdain and despair churns a universe of pain
beautiful in its anguish, eloquent and raw, an enduring snapshot of now
"no pulled punches. no holds barred"