It awakens as a soft, simple rage
...do you feel the earth cracking
Friend, I think that river is rising
soon enough
that pretty little levy will rip its stitching
leaving us to gnaw at the dampening shore
biting stones to chip our teeth
yes,
now you look more like me.
all you need is a mighty drink
and to wear the glare of the tv screen
Screeching, swearing at barren soil
kissing the ground of an empty grave
...who is drifting away now...
your tongue is too swollen
poisoned by all that time you said we'd have
swallow it down now
those horse pills that hold your lines
cementing them in your mind
oh yes, Friend, you can practice
recite each syllable to the T
you still sound like me
singing that song on repeat
until you hate yourself just enough to fall asleep.
oh yes, Friend
It will awaken as a calm, gentle rage once again
until the mornings ascend
no more.