THE poem

The poem that started the roll, that started the blog, was started a long time ago, but here it is again. I'm sure you'll make the connection.

MOONLIGHT AND CYNICS

Moonlight and cynics
What a mix
For disillusioned fantasies
And chai lattes
What the hell is that?
Welcome
To my debutante ball
A nightmare
Of cotton ball whores
My norm, my reality
Its shady counterpart
Sheltering
All the cleptos
Pornos, pyros, psychos
What the hell is that?
Wake up!
Embrace your fellow psycho
Psycho fellows
Surrounded.
Come one boys!
Work those forearm flexors
Show me what you're made of
Blood, body, bone, sinew
Show me something real
Or the audience behind me
Am I saying too much?
I offer in sacrifice
All these naive alcoholic fluff balls
They're still virgins
In their parents' hearts.
Moonlight and cynics
Terribly dangerous
Bottled tigers
Tear this image up
Here I go:
My veins pumping life
Letting me know
That I matter
Nothing is random
No such thing
As a coincidence
Only intervention
Collaboration
And some vampires
Some zombies.
Let this twist you
Don't you dare say uncle
Grit your damn teeth
Take it.
Now open your eyes
Be real
What do you see?
What the hell is that?
It's just moonlight
And cynics.