Visual for this one, is a manipulation of three ‘messy’ pictures taken by a friend

Oh I miss the messy
The pounding chaotic
Rain and mud and body fluids
Where we fall down, then attempt to climb back up
Scratch and howl and do the poltergeist pogo
Drink like we’re seventeen
Obnoxious and immortal
Impatient for romance
Or failing that
Some heartfelt clumsy sex.

Oh I long for the mess
An escape from the safe and sterile
I long to fail while shooting for the stars
While others fake smile, as they dive-bomb
To the bottom of the bosses heart

I long for dangerous certainty
While all around is vague and soft and pretty
I want to smash the glass
Cut my fingers and spread blood all over that nice clean counter

Grab a dirty iron rod, and
Knock out a light here and there
In that neat little bistro
I want to buy the most expensive cocktail
Then stand ON the bar and drop it
Untouched, unsipped to the floor
And time will slow down
In those seconds of smash

I want my contempt to be haughty,
Blatant and very loud
I want to destroy their self righteous sense of comfort,
Status and value
Expose their ignorance, so thick and proudly they wear it.

I want to twist and shout
Like the Isley Brothers, like the Beatles
Like some gutter club punk band
Doomed and glorious

Then collapse in a room
With sixteen deluded deviants
And shout about hope
And pretend to touch the future
And whisper about hope
And believe in a future.