advice about falling in love in times of economic and social instability
advice about falling in love in times of economic and social instability
Tonight I hope
you invite less common folk and more commonality
into the riot of your heart
I hope the protest is anti-normalcy
Anti-consistent
Anti-contented boredom
Anti-sitting at home doing the same insane nothing every night and expecting change
I hope for you it's the explosive flash of liquor bottles lit and thrown through the windows of your own house
with its one car in the garage and its chicken in its pot and the 70-inch LED flatscreen television and hundreds of channels full of distraction
where all that was economic was loved
I hope it's your blood and sweat that trickles down instead
burn it down and let the cops find you fucking on the ashes.
***
An aside.
Assume they want to sit beside you on the curb, your wrists handcuffed together.
If they decide to pitch forward bricks or cocktails with you, check their ammunition first
Sometimes there are first times, and falling into this kind of anarchy is one of those times.
Be a good partner in chaos. Light the wick for them if they struggle.
Make sure the cloth is a filthy torn shirt, the alcohol is some offbrand questionable vodka,
something that burns bright all the way down.
Cover their mouth with yours if their mask slips.
Taste their spit in the absence of water.
Show them how to wind up for the final throw.
Be generous in your exultation. Praise their first time. Dance in the cities you destroy with them.
Loot extravagantly for canned goods and filtered water and new, sturdy boots
and make their name a chant on your tongue as you go.
(Do not loot for televisions. You don't need hundreds of distractions when you have
Them.)
***
I hope whoever comes toe to toe with you tonight
on the unquiet street that runs through your heart
is dressed for a fight
has a first aid kit in their back pocket
is carrying money to bail you out
you've always been here to protest complacency;
don't get complacent
