Y.O.L.O
When the geometry fractures
The hindmost leg on
The table of elements
Corrodes into alphabetic
Dust
Yolo
When the poets, the priests,
The princesses and the peasants
Are pummelled into
Pathos and pebbles
Yolo
Sing my dark psychotic angel
Sing
And follow your heart until it
Stops.
Yolo.
Joe Black