how many
how many have to die or go crazy
before we learn lessons
and get right
get right with who i don’t know
god maybe
great coyote maybe
the manitou or buddha
every year someone else
another funeral
another grave
grief to stack upon grief
and i want to fucking scream
and claw my fucking eyes out
at the last funeral
kids huffin gasoline outside
out of bags in the parking lot
doing whippets and ill advised
bumps of white powder
looking like the moon came down
and got inhaled into greedy noses
remember that old song that went
“this ain’t a scene it’s a god damn arms race”
well
this ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn death cult
and i guess im just an apostate
no one listens to apostates
hospital vespers 