happy birthday dear sir.

October Revolution

you kick and scream
banging your bloody knuckles
deeper into your cardboard city.

the townspeople crawl out
of their well manufactured houses
a blank look of awe
sweeps across their dirty faces.

red sky
smeared with black and gray.
your jaw falls open
out falls bombs like fire
down to the city below.

hot breath.
you whisper into your own ear:
here comes my october revolution.

-Lyon

I haven't had a good, hard, eye watering laugh in far too long.
why have things been feeling so bleak lately?