RESIST

There’s just us or there’s nothing else
None of this trouble, revolving revolutions, locked boxes, lowest force possible,
Do you really believe all this?
Can you form an opinion about everything?
Or is it all just glittering distraction from the inevitable demise?
We all collapse
Into brittle bones, melted brains,
Tears all around
Is your throat sore?
Are your knees buckling?
Pounding the pavement, iPhone camera in hand, the likes this hashtag will get, you’re instantly famous
Was that the goal? What’s the goal?
I still get excited for sushi dates and mild entertainment.
What excites you is the novel and the new
It’s not a protest
It’s an uprising
I thought I saw riot gear
These things always begin with violence