Crew

with thick black pens
we scrawl our names
and with chromium blades
we etch our slogans
embellishing our identities
on your glassy newness
a pack of hidden faces
gambling on the turn of life’s next card

heat from the five-oh
raises Marijuana pulses
and liberates sticky soles
from the gum strewn street
augmenting our attitudes
towards your Democracy
maverick colour seekers
with black and white dice loaded against us