Submitted by antipoet on Sat, 31/01/2015 - 08:35
this is my flag draped / over my ute / over my shoulders / like i need more enemies / i painted the cross on my face / lifted my fist at / the southern sun / at everyone / at anyone / i chanted my sweat / at those who will listen / and at the earless drones. / so, this day of / hot noise again / suburban glare forever / empty white drool / of my nation / my glass cracking on pavement / the hottest blood of all / of us / spilt flags in streets / should be half-mast / oi oi oi.