two poems
(a fashionable obituary)
Haven’t I died
enough
already?
I guess this
must be
Heaven.
So what
if empire
wants me
dead?
I wish end
upon
Every Empire.
Y’all are
So Fetch,
and Fetch,
Will Never
Happen.
Home for the holidays.
Return to the city screaming at the gentry,
We’ll grow as old as we wanna grow.
Rip that angular prison off the street.
We’ll dream as loud as we wanna dream.
Robbing the city of all cops and their weapons.
We’ll live as long as we wanna live.
Return every house in town cause it’s ours.
We’ll love as strong as we wanna love.
Ripping up the rich because money isn’t real.
We’ll go as hard as we wanna go.
Rob the state of its illusory power.
Liberation is possible together.