And without it you'll dry up and die
Love is necessary yet sometimes makes your heart feel like that pile of puke you just passed in the subway tunnel
But you are dramatic-it's that Scorpio moon
So maybe love isn't so bad
Maybe it's the violence that's causing your nausea this morning
The violence that's been taught and enacted and taught and enacted ad infinitum
Violence isn't the train tracks that we can't help but ride, being the trains that we are
Violence is the outdated lesson plan that hasn't been changed because the teachers are sleep deprived and lifeless because buzzing neon signs advertising the latest action flick shine into their windows all night long
Not to mention the dogs
The dogs are rabid and have learned some shortened version of human language and they prowl the streets at night whispering acronyms, throwing garbage behind them, chewing styrofoam and burning chemicals, years pass and they graduate from their expensive blue jeans sewn overseas to expensive three piece suits stitched by underage Vietnamese, or some of them choose shaved heads and badges
More training for all
Conducted by sleep-deprived zombies
More neon lights
Fried chicken
Cheap beer
Fake leather
Real leather
Propaganda
Uniforms
For sale
Bright colors
For spring
Like the colors of blood and guts
Discount stores on every corner
Blood on every corner
Find your way back to love or you'll dry up and die like puke
Like the rest of em
