Existence May Be Ephemeral, But Cool Is Forever

Graffiti tags stretch over his mind like plastic surgery gone wrong, like Tunguska flattening a million trees in 1908, a minor asteroid blip bad hair day for planet earth, just ask the dinosaurs, 66 million reasons to bow out into bony dirt for the human race as we pose like dirty harry, cooler than any upstart species ought to think itself to be. Lock & load like it’s the 80s and go out in a hail of lead, a hero’s final heartbeats painted across the cluttered cityscape while the invincibility of youth bleeds out in the black & white swansong of a fading vintage photograph.