Not to be driven by desire
Nor tormented by passion
To defer the feeling of pain
Pain of feeling

Like that era when the hippest among us
Were Dead Boys and X
While aggressive Sex Pistols
Were already passe

Dream of stasis
Fantasize that the laws of nature
Might be other than they are
Inert particles and spent forces

When the brute fact is change
Hurled in hideous ruin and combustion down
No nothing before nor after
And nothing is nothing

Apathy like decadence a theatrical pose
Such an immeasurable measure of energy
Being required to say truly
I don’t care