“Boy Rock” by dC

Rev your engines, boy
Clear the road
Rub the sky from your eyes, boy
Take it slow
This ride around the galaxy
makes two stops
one at you one at me
it slingshots
with the gravity
of the sun we hide behind
In the shadow of our love
the earth grows cold
The mines lose weight
The train tracks crystallize
Empty freight
cars glide
toward the twisted crags
of hunchback mountaintops
and break up close to space
close to the summit of Boy Rock

There’s no destiny but we
sheathed in western states of being these
borders are too narrow to make love
so break them up
and watch them crumble from above
Disintegrate your fear each season
Make commitment
Speak of treason
Publish it, and name
your citizenship with a kiss
This
is
revolution time
There’s no more hate and no more crime
so state your rank and fuck this rhyme
The war will come in lines
The spoils will divine
if we hold true and set our minds
on territory yet unclaimed
unsung anthems left unnamed
Step in place and drag your fate
across the amber waves of grain
and sing a spiritual
Chained to the face of Boy Rock

If poetry comes out of me in waves
you catch them on your tongue
but if you dare to utter one
the sound reverberates
and heard around the world
it’s all it takes to lift the curtain
from the jaded generation
and deionize their oxidated dreams
Love is never what it seems
Blood doesn’t pump
it speaks in streams
and we decrypt the crippled scripts
of loose-leaf social movements
mostly in the hips
We know that history bends at the waist
know that weather starts with storm chasers
dare the sky to touch us
and know it can’t stand the heat
Critical is what the masses
can never stand to be
The least that we can give is a position
loud enough to make them whisper
so kiss me
Rip the rope from my neck
Pull the bullet from your chest
and if we want to be the best
we have to climb
Claw over hammer
hoe over heel
mind over matter
breath over steel
hard casings of our lungs
caving in with the bass
from invisible drums
on the floor of a club
that beats in our skull
We have to fight for breath
climb high to be the best
Hand over hand
over hand over
hand
over the buckled knees and arched back
of the diamond-tipped glass-slick
cracks in the seamless body
blasted out of Boy Rock,
boy, rock

A mythical place engraved in our dreams
the frequency of our kisses
the pitch of our screams
the sinew that holds you together
the glue that burns your skin
the power that keeps you running
the light you won’t let in
the hope we all aspire to
the finish wearing thin
the insurmountable odds of you
mounted atop me
atop a mountain
across the sea
Boy Rock
no rock
soars higher
breaks bones
burns brighter
fuels fire
makes my eyes water at the sight
of you climbing
tearing muscle from stone
crying out inside a silent plea
for dignity
among the igneous fragments
summit crumbling to ashes
these last lines scattered
at our feet
statues standing watch for we
make our monument from the single stone
of Boy Rock,
boy
rock

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