eulogy.for.a.legend

she cuts through the streets
like a razorblade dream
she smells sulfur-smoke in the air
leaves a smile like amphetamine

shes the gutter glitter
in this landfill of a city
strangers sneer & point & stare
but she’ll never need such pity

he likes to ride life fast
the thrill of living every day
with an arrogant anticipation
knowing it could be his last

his leather jacket studded
with thread and colder steel
hes sewn his heart right on his sleeve
cos all he knows is how to feel

they line their lungs with tar and ice
cos all that matters is today
they know any moment changes all
& will take them all away

tonight the skies are overcast
there is not a star in sight
but you can hear the laughter ringing out
while they fight just one more fight

the coke, the dope, unneeded shit
they throw it all behind
they breathe air through each others mouths
that’s how they blow their minds

the house is old and worn like soil
but they don’t really care
“cos money is a tool”, they say
while teasing bleach-white hair

I wish the world could see them now
sneers on their burial faces
in winter they play musical graves
while interchanging all their places

dedicated to abby matthews. 1986-2006