And Who Among Us
We sing our broken songs
all of us here abandoned
in the trash heap
of the 21st century
adrift in the algorithms
god’s lonely fire
in our veins
caught like flies
between the last playoff game
and the next celebrity death
the cardboard reality
of each tired afternoon
a secret we’re too
afraid to tell
we toss the days aside
like unwelcome gifts
imagining we are hungry
for something other
than what we’ve known
and what is left alive
in this city but the ghosts?
what music
what poetry?
what unnamed things
to call our own?
what blood
is left in the sun
and who among us
remembers how to burn?
Horror Sleaze Trash 