Let’s sit,
the grass is damp.
Hands steady,
lighting up one cigarette
too many.
Let’s smirk
and sob and scream
and throw up
empty beer bottles -
we dream
in starry skies
of shattered glass -
because we’re young enough…
let’s love.
Unbridled, rampant,
a river of
lustful glances
and constant validation
and words in mouths
and second chances
never taken.
Let’s walk,
us filthy animals,
until we reach the
end of the world.