I believe in knock down drag outs.
I believe in lower case.
I believe in Carmen Sandiego.
I believe in heart throbs from Middle School.
I believe in bass and genetics.
I believe in pipe bombs and fetish.
I believe in hyper space and real time.
I believe asleep.
Do you dream?
Do you war?
I believe in chairs.
I believe in lake Michigan.
I believe in fantasizing about my professor's bare feet.
I believe in bubble gum and cardboard.
I believe in journeymen.
I believe in sadism.
I believe in gunpowder.
I believe in salutations.
I believe in metal, heavy and light.
I believe in hollow points
and well washed,glistening, silver nitrate threaded socks.
I will never be convinced
of the power of slight.
Skitter, skitter, skitter;
this I believe. When the sun comes up,
believe it. Gunned down by the sounds,
falling on my face, blazing behind
up through the rib cage like fireworks
mapped in blood
and found.
I believe in sidewalks.
I believe in pain.
I believe in the stopwatch.
I believe in laces.
I believe in fury.
I believe in earrings.
I believe in fingernails.
