reverse alchemy
or, the art of being a normal human
punk glitter
drunk tattoos
straight-laced docs
waking up at two.
tell me about war and corruption
and why democracy is dead
on sweaty leather seats
on the backs of motorbikes
on a stranger's couch
street fights
hot dykes
music and rhythm and noise.
I want to see people
and I want to see life.
revolution begins
in an ashtray
in the cigarette
passed from your lips to mine
on filthy doorsteps
in filthy alleyways
it's all about balance, you see.
smoke to balance those straight As
drink for every party I missed
fuck all the wrong people
be as bad as bad can be.
the art of being human, I say,
is the art of reverse alchemy.