the words weren’t mine

you know it’s rough when the whole lobby’s drunk
and she’s checking out seeing you’re nothing
but pale sobriety personified

unmoored anxiety declined today
to float up and off and drop me en route

wasn’t even contempt wasn’t even
telling we didn’t know how to make it

shall we bail             quicker than this shit will work

I mean you can’t call it talent can you
I know ulteriors feign care for shows
as the spotlight hits but there’s too little
chance love of irregular spectacle
will shimmer or that love itself might be
bothered enough to transport everything