fallout and failure and fuck you, anyway

by vlock1

where the fuck am I supposed
to start? it’s long
past midnight and
whatever’s going to happen
already has

so whatever we’re doing
right now
has already been done over and over
again by
some prick asshole that we
have to
pretend to like

it’s not like we know
at all
right now; we’ve
lost equilibrium


and getting it back involves a hatchet and
a thicket and a suicide or two

so the hell
with it

make your noise
rattle your trees
while the things
are left

someone has to

just know that
your blood
is next

your friends
are next

and your complacency
and the strength you gather
from the protests you mount
is already gone