lint is a timebomb
a punk rock poet
staring his demons
directly in the eye
a modern day kerouac
with a two foot mohawk

joe strummer is dead
joey ramone is dead
david bowie is dead
lemmy is dead

sometimes just knowing
the world
didn’t even stop
for one fucking minute
stabs me
right in the lump in my throat

hank is dead
sylvia is dead
pablo is dead
corso is dead

no matter how perfect
the prose
all that waits
is death
while tim raspily sings
about heartbreak

truth is dead
hope is dead
dream is dead
creativity is dead

we just parrot
the greats
without understanding
the words
just spitting sounds
in hopes it connects