Running so late
I’ll be early next week.
Turn head and cough
not a choice now for weeks.
Turn volume up
but I still hear them speak.
Fuck off!
Relax!
No need to be weak.
The sound of the waves
are foolish and young.
The singer destroyed
by the songs they’ve not sung.
Enter domain
of the violently hung.
Directions to where?
Please don’t let them come!
Written by Jason Wright
January 17, 2019