YOUNG PRICKS

2002 work in progress

blazing young
full of wit and booze
dancing with the homeless
under downtown bridges
around trash-can fires
their words
philosophical vulcanoes
erupting with pleasure
in whorehouses

spewing ethical magma
in courthouse
and on top of restaurant tables
over bone china and the spread
in rage against bull shit
pulling out their
young pricks
to clear with piss
what had been said

and yet they did
when did they?
find the time to write
their names bright
in starry ink
on toilet paper

screaming, fucking,
shamelessly throwing
themselves
adorned in laurels
into immortality

when did they
find the time to write?