Angry, up too late;
Another night on another broken date—
The head aches but the soul knows what it thirsts for,
And it knows its mistakes, clad in appetite
Too thirsty to call it something lesser;
Indie rock formulates a blister.
This pain couldn’t tell you what the world is made out of
Or what the face of your father was before
His grandad was born; but this pain will tell you
Blood vessels constricted somewhere across your brain
And that you are probably dying; not as a stroke,
Nor a whisper, or whimper, or bang.
It’s just a migraine. Enjambment regains its stamina,
Maybe that’s okay, maybe it’s alright—
Maybe what you’re doing should be it for the night.
Dog bites man
man gets rabies shot
dog gets put down
Man bites dog
dog gets rabies shot
Bite man’s dog
man bites back
dog bites man
dog bites self
man is dog
dog is biting
Dog bites. Man dies. Dog dies.
DEAD WEIGHT AND COLA
JUST WATCHED AN OVA
MAN YOU THINK IT’S SLICK.
THAT RAIN AND THAT NEON
THE WAR HAD BEEN OVER FOR QUITE SOME TIME.
THE LAST TIME WE SPOKE
A COUPLE MORE YEARS.
YOU THINK I’M SCREAMING.
THREE YEARS PAST THE END; STILL HERE
WE PRETEND IT MAKES SENSE.
WHAT HAPPENED TO WHAT CAME BEFORE?
WHEN MAN IS STILL ALIVE.