Without supervision

How can a match help

but burn itself up

when the only way to feel alive 

is to self-destruct?

So, I don't want your gurus-

I want revolutions

*** in the bathtub

and I can feel the cords 

rubbing my neck

to my next 

personal

national anthem.

Goodbye zen gardens

and high mountaintops-

I only want to know war

and desire-

I need to feel life 

in my teeth. 

Because nothing is enough

and the void 

has me running scared

back to the bottle.