there is an
indignity
in realizing
you are now
too old to
die young.

but there is
a measure
of comfort
in knowing
there is still time
to leave as much
wreckage
as possible.

what do you say?

hold hands
while we burn
as much
of this place
to the ground
as we can manage
make love
in the ashes.

and do it
all again
tomorrow?

i may be
too old
to die young
but i sure as fuck
know how
to toss a molotov
and make you scream
throughout
the gasoline scented
evenings.

don’t be
afraid
it’ll only hurt
a little
unless
you ask for more.