This is the face presented to the world, greasy, ambivalent,
acned, laced with metal bits. Attitude hurled forth, position
spewed, grace eschewed for statement. Pagan symbols drawn
from obscure cultures, ballpoint ink, sewing needle stippled
A revolting revolution, urban insurgents, who long for upheaval
order anarchy from the Internet in hopes of a new rebellion
unaware, unknowing, or not caring of society’s lost interest
in rebels, regulated, related insurgents stick to network bites
of 30 seconds or less.
Topped by hair colored to paint chips, neon signs, new cars,
teased, tortured, this is the face. Mutiny outlined by hair struggling
to conceal the occupant below. A-frame, border-line, another time
unseen. What lies beneath will not be rejected, coerced, hijacked
by uniformity cravers.
This is the picture in the yearbook, the newspaper, the mugshot
eyes flint-chipped, they stare to a distance, unaware, to a different
future, one outside this town.