Magic Makers

Life stops and for a moment
there's the future and it's
dancing and it's song on a current
on an ocean on a highway by the
coast. getting dirty with
rebellion feels like dancing every
time. liberated territory, mouths
are weapons, kiss the sky, kiss
the kids, kiss the night, kiss the
moon with howls. life stops (cough
cough) cracking like a haunted
ship. my love my love my love mi
sangre my life my veins mis
angeles my everything. getting
dirty with rebellion feels like
dancing every time and i ask
myself what the ghosts of this
place will look like, living
inside these walls, walk these
halls, these rooms, these stairs,
dragging the past louder than
chains, in the pluming, in every
wire, in the gears, i every word,
in every kiss, in the blueprints,
in every cell, in every frame,
immortal, in the kids. the kids
are gonna kick your fucking ass