After some urging by googirl, I decided to put up some of my writing, so here's a draft of a kind of slipstream poem I'm working on. Not sure if I'll stick with this one or not, but any input, or random insults about my writing, would be great.

"Chrome Buzzards in Harmony"

Stakeout, make out
palace on a lake house.
Through war, and lies,
the king forced us to these lives.
Skate through, make room,
time for Chrome Buzzards to play, too.
We crash the ball
of all the mobsters and John Galt.

Spray paint, out late,
"You're a buncha kids," you say.
But there's much more
as our red visors show.
Then we beat you
to a bloody pulp
with our nightsticks,
like you did to our friends.

We strip you clean
of all your dirty monies
Then we drop a
grenade and skate away.
The blast, so fast,
shines off our livery
"What fun, it's done,
viva la revolution!"