Soft/Thickheaded, or, A Poem For Two Boys.

There is no passion in your mouth
when you say it. There is no spark
in your eye. You speak about dancing,
but won’t let the record spin.
And I don’t need a revolution, I don’t-

You say you want power, a tool of
the bourgeoisie. You want to dominate.
You see some as less-than, you know,
if they’re not willing to learn. You know all.
And I don’t need another lesson, I don’t-

What is free love? Tell me baby; call me
words you know the meaning of. Use words
that show Your Hurt. Wear it on your sleeve.
You want to run far, till your legs give out.
And I don’t need a passport- I don’t.