Children, ye are wicked

children
ye are wicked
playthings of full moons
hollow inside
devoid of good
or light to know the difference
the flip side of good
gone
like a sparkler
killed on the fourth of july
stillborn into this world
that sighs
you are born
another one in
another out
leave your garbage
in a heap
with a hip
and lust frozen
'tween the hips of another
like the time you felt
invincible
impenetrable
infinite
hell
anything at all
children
ye are wicked
like your mothers
like your fathers
like your aunties and uncles
hands covering their ears
and eyes turned in
oh
so far in
hell
the whole wide world
under water
under siege
under the influence
of selfishness
and who gives a flying fuck?
ye are wicked
we are
in hell

tetes petites

oh
we were fools
to believe
what we held
was ever made of gold
fools
but were we wiser
new romantics
fleet of foot
but dumb of youth
words to waste
like summers
and now the leaves have fallen
like wizards
behind curtains
boys
behind mothers' summer dresses
intellects
bound by myths
fallen
stifled then bent
by blue socks
the already fallen
we've already fallen
can't you see
oh say
warm embraces
went cold
the moment you learned
how hot is hot
cold is cold
stop talking
there is only action
that matters
says what is meant
acting out scripts
made up as we go along
in between days
of games
of booze
and self-adulation
this is broken
not bent
broken
stifled by delusions
oh say
we've already fallen
far from grace.