Noise.

Riot, oh my riot heart.

Suddenly, in the midst of the torrents

I heard nothing

and ceasefire commenced.

But I long for your rubber bullets,

pounding on the shields of the weak,

the ordinary folk who couldn't 

beat their own heads without passing out.

They could never withstand 

black holes of repulsive dreams

or 14 years of deserted rain.

They can't imagine welcoming 

a standing ovation of pain.

I need you, riotous storm.

You, singing alongside tornadoes,

flying through caverns of canyons

of chaos.

You, endemic magic,

dusting everything with infection.

You, like a bored lover, 

you leave without notice,

without thought,

without me.

Now, with emptiness, 

now, lost.

No violent night, no delirious refrain.

Now, facing inescapable, leaden time 

while I wait for you again.