we, inanimate.

we, the soldiers.
we, kings.
we are revolutionists.
we,
boys in bands and smokes and things

me, i am kneeling at an angle
knees in the dirt, wide angle, wide!
the lens is filtering the sun to capture the sky.
the smoke hangs hazy
people toss their hair
the distortion! ah noise
we hold our drinks as we punch the air
the band is playing
she's up against the wall
she's kissing the band boy
his skin and all.

girl - she's explicit.
boys, illicit.
have your fun.drink up drink it all.
forget where you are
go home in a taxi.

don't worry that he saw you
don't mind he's there
you've got your fame
your malboro/fedora
your next day press

you light up another, because you dare.