they were hopeful romantics

bisexual cyborgs

juvenile adults

gender confused punks

who did what they want



back packers

with no destination

a skate boarding

crime family

of black knitted

astral surfers

who bent structures

with their minds

while shouldering

alien thoughts

constantly digging for a heart

set builders

who wrote of complete destruction

anarchist antifa’s

flirting with unbelievers

maybe all they wanted was

what they never had…

a safe place to start from,

a soft place to end the day,

but the world

couldn’t allow them that

to the world

they would always be…

the monsters.

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