Generation Kill Chic – Mika Hrejsa
March 23, 2019
a black sun beats down
cracked meth pipes under boots
acrid bubbles of opossum roadkill pop
indiana’s pretty this time of year
this teen keeps making others
grab him by his
curled devil horns – dealers like
feeling the scales they just
ripped outta his head one day like they were
full metal jackets shredding apart
fist-wide hole blown out
bloodfucked across bathwater
they’d give him extra oxy’s when he
let em facefuck him
fingers dug in between keratin
liked the feeling like he was more
than the other boys were – as if he
was existing beyond capacity but still
once a week he would wake up
briefly afraid he was just
another boy like all the rest
he wanted to someday
drive an M2 Bradley fucking up all those
motherfucking terrorists just a little
maybe make a city burn down
just a little and
save the world just a little —
sometimes his daydreams would be invaded:
[atop takur ghar mountain he’s bleeding out
& chest reorganized across the sand
amongst the erupted
insides he notices an unfamiliar chunk of
gore. knows he’s less than
the other boys. not much of one
at all, really]
— he just wanted to be more
more & more until he didn’t think anymore
even if that’s by reducing
decades of proxy imperialism, and
corroding Powers That Be down
to the reverb of an M242 chain gun
turns skin to flesh to open bone
the mountains of afghanistan are pretty all year
echoes overlapping the 25mm’s
fucking their way out the
end of a platinum barrel
stained with mudblood
twenty-seven tons of pure fucking power
the horns like a dead snake
a scorpion wanders – 0000 HOUR – in an
afghan valley – warmed in aftermath of
tracers in stuttered glow
so what if a few heads get popped?
so what if was just for escape?
so what if he hated how much
he smelled like a boy?
so it’s the last summer
directions for the
recruiting office on his desk a dealer arrived
the teen swallowed every time he hated the taste
tears clung to his cheek in throatfuck given a
tab of blotter paper with 1/25th’s
a wolf head
for being so good and so hot and so girly
melted against his tongue
the fuck is this, he said
head began to churn his ego his id blended
reptile aspect human aspect turned
indifferent sludge pooling on back of tongue
blood drained out the nose the heart cleaned out
hollowpoint hallucination he’s consumed
self diffracting along edges of a
fatal non-wound turning fractal
iridescence leaking out of him
what a vampiric chemical
castrated lust to feel a 7.62mm round
against his fingernail
immobilized desperation to feel the kick
of a TOW missile
vibrating the chassis
stilled drive to see red sand
the horns smoldered & cracked & blazed
until he was the only thing left
run away from the ghosts of
all those people you
never killed