hey
reader
could you reveal
the melody of
baseline happiness
and sanitized sedation?

some people
have an answer for everything
others
have only questions

quiet rebellion on a friday night
observing chaos from a distance

i have beer
and metal
and cigarettes
a sidewalk couch
and the smell of summer’s decay

and then
finally
a message,
a moment
to finish a poem
as eight silver fingers
dipped in lead
slide across this
secluded keyboard
once more