—AS FOR NOW, WE’RE GOING TO HEAR THE SADDEST SONGS, AND SIT AROUND AND WONDER

 

Detonated

 

I haven’t yet 

learned to live 

outside of my skull 

in the dark sunshine 

with those unreliable 

mirrors wearing bulbs

so bleak it makes God weep

the days like infected stitches 

taut across a seeping wound 

the hoodlum nights itching 

for a fight and fatality 

You left before the moon 

had a chance to sing and 

now a million acres of time 

sits on my lap like a 

detonated bomb 

while all I do is remember 

you looking up from the carpet 

just begging to be held