45*21

Beelzebub freaked out in the best way
no traffic sound all of the sudden
candles burning death notes
they rattle the throats
Bitter are my thoughts
they grow but I could care less
Where's my grocery list
You watch the moving pictures
as I watch an old Cherokee
with a flask of whiskey
lecture a lamppost
circa 1988
Lincoln Nebraska
and there was that first exposure
to Cassavetes
and understanding that escape
that kind you can't escape from
felt like night coming down
in that way
when you find yourself alone
in the back room