Breaking bones

Rock’n’roll for recklessness
The kick snare and crash all at once
While the boys are yelling youth at the top of their lungs
It’s pills for life
And bread as an allegory of addiction
Crowds of kids doing their little kid things
The crazy old fuckers on the streets
Turn it all up
Then turn it all off
Machine exhale
And this is the language I learnt
That I speak to my children in
So I show them
Look you can see it
Frozen there
Naked and non-sexual
The shape of the penis
Eyes where everything is made
A strong sternum like liquor late at night
But especially when you’re drunk
Try to remember
Always respect a woman’s hips
Her ribcage and her jaw
Be there when the noise comes back
And it comes back
I look around for useless shit but there isn’t any
It’s all really quite useful
So I’m using it
Bizarre contrived things
Things of beauty and malice and function
One tool for every piece I need to build
It’s getting late
Yeah it’s late
Something about sleep and work and pride and money
What strange little creatures
I wish you were here
I really do
I would fuck you up real good