namesake.

mountain ranges, singularity by singularity.
the mesa
(table-top),
mesa, the edgedon’tfall[singularity].
rangers,
horse by horse,
rangers and the light above

– see (too far too far and i’m blind already).

love with two feet on the ground, or proust never says hello.

i knew a girl once,
she called me ---
and i turned around,
for the not-name in her blue eyes and blue hair.
it was enough then to believe,
but you don’t love me anymore and
i smoke unfiltered cigarettes in the rain,
the residue and smoke like the lingering of gods.
your smile: new worlds of hate
and the thick dark line between love and loathing;
i walk it slowly like the curb into oncoming traffic,
like three facts between the clouds and me.
i turned around,
the muscles in my back flexing (unborn wings),
i bit into a madeline, a hundred pages later i blinked and said that’s not my name.

revolution.

fucking revolution.
strobe-light revolution,
black-eye black-flag black-heart revolution.

pretty boy revolution,
pretty boy wave the flag,
you wave the flag (burn it) revolution.
fucking revolution.

here it comes, revolution,
here’s the wave,
the start the end the climax to our fucking revolution.

pretty boy.

loud, boy, loud and rude
(smells like babylon)
here’s our fucking revolution.

beat it, burn it,
stomp revolution,
pretty boy
(black-heart revolution)
black-heart black-heat slave revolution,
run, run wave the flag (burn it) revolution.

pretty boy.

grenade revolution,
napalm (march it up and down those hills) revolution,
napalm burnt and black explosion revolution.
the fucking revolution.
make it, be it, wave the flag (burn it)

fucking revolution.