I became so sick of nihilism
playing the standard-bearer
on the weeping willow scene
of hardcore apathy
so I went all lovey-dovey
in your face like a firecracker
just to watch explosions ignite
behind busted eyelids
in an orgasmic symphony
to get my kicks
as cynicism died
with a hard left fall from the stage
I kissed your caramel center
while caressing a careful stroke
upon precious golden flesh
as all the rest
of the rotting bones
from that boring bullshit
turned to ash
without a hint of evolution
urging on their process
Now we kiss-kiss
a passionate peace pact
to keep the war drums of failure
far out of sight
as the horses collapse
in the streets of destiny
with a whipped spanking
for Nietzsche
folding old hands
while the rest of us rise