DOUBLE BARRELED CANNON

do you remember back in the day
when our tattoos stood out and being gay...
was punk rock...
and the junkies and whores hung out on the block...

and our eyes were glazed and our heads in a haze
and we never looked past the present day
and the music was great and the drugs were even better
and we wore our beliefs on our sleeve in one letter...
capitol A with a slash through it
if it meant too far then we would do it
over and over and over again....
never once thinking about the inevitable end

and when we were through
there was no one left standing,
the two of us together
was like a double-barreled canon.
blasting away and we blasted our minds,
not even knowing what we would find...
in a life that felt just like fiction
riddled with tragedies and addiction...