The Wild Ones Poem by Stephanie Blake

We are the wild children
We dream of mystical lands
And take quests to nowhere
Riding trains for the hell of it
Romantic runaways, gutter punks
Queers- lovers in a loveless society
We scribble poetry on subway walls
Make art with our bodies
Schizophrenic realities
A frenzy of the enchanted
We built an empire on
Raw emotion and forbidden desires
We make up Gods to worship
And build a secret shrine
For we are holy
Our sweat is like Gods rain
Our lovemaking could move an ocean
We are free to be ourselves
Our minds are the ultimate drug
Our blood runs like heroin
And we dream in cocaine
Our message to the world-
Is what you make it