hangs heavy in the air
dizzy dizzy daydreams
i know i won’t care
a drowsy companion
and blue drip on my lips
the world is way too loud
four minutes away from sick
the way the music throbs
like a toothache in my ears
blaring guitar against my grin
another round of shots and beer
maybe six more for the road
and another, just to melt away
like the ice between our shoulders
and the night that’s left to stay.
Take the empty bullet hanging from my neck, why don’t you?
Why don’t you? Just take and lodge the last remaining pieces
Of the picture on the wall (where you used to pound your fists)
Into the judged severity of my severed jugular, maybe that
Will mend it medicine man, maybe you will find me again
(Barely breathing) Barely breathing just after that horrid sound rang
Through the night? Yes, through the night! The neighbours’ screams
Were not much louder than mine—pity—but it isn’t an awful contest
Just injustice in motion (you see) and you killed the only person
That was trying to set you free. Free the trigger, why don’t you?
Why don’t you? Are you scared they’ll come after you, after me?
Observe the celestial sphere, majestic veneration, as it gradually changes
The sun at its highest point, towering zenith, its subsolar point at ranges
A longer day to spend today, a simple stretch of the passing morning hours
The northern solstice comes thus to lull the Earth, held upon its seasonal powers.