quiet

that man has a problem
that i know how to handle
all's i'll need is a gun
and a quiet place

(quiet...)





(...broken:)
can't you smell that i'm drained
that there's so little remaining
i've tripled my age in three scant years
silently for your cause but not martyred for it
now it's my bloody new year's
and my bloody easter sunday too
all loveless, shallow looming touches
and occasional cold warnings for strangers -
look not to the past for insight to this madness,
but forward, to all possible futures,
and also sideways, to all the could-be-happenings
and almost-happeneds
and might've-beens.

the problem is me,
though it never used to be.

(headphones.)
(quiet.)