there is a magic
in dark depression
and dead kennedys
too loud alone

i don’t know
if it is the
surf rock
grooves
or the darkly
satire dripping
on every
off key
exclamation

third wave ska
makes my
soul quiver
with happiness
unable
to sit still

but jello
makes me
want to burn
the entire
fucking dump
to the ground
and salt it all
without
a second glance

sometimes
the darkest
depression
leads to
the most
decedent dreams
of fire
and it scares me
how badly
i want to
stare into
the dancing
tongues
of cleansing
perfection