Under the makkoli moon

we’ll get drunk & spit at stars
roll cars out into roads & fight
trespass on the night’s property

we’ll fall in love & then forget
throw bottles at the alley cats
invade Poland, or whistle tunes

we’ll wind our frozen watches
shout obscenities at a shadow
boil milk from subway sparks

we’ll step on broken glasses
make pain from frozen garbage
shatter poems with two sighs

we’ll murder all our tomorrows
draw moustaches on our heroes
drown punches in tears of milk

spraying slogans on ourselves
running away from the fires
we’ll pretend we never existed