fanfare for starving dogs

dead king on a burning throne

do you remember this
freakshow?

gotta choose between
getting high or being depressed, and
i will always be the opposite
of my father

man couldn’t drink that
gasoline fast enough

hands too shaky
to light the match

no worse time to be alive
than the age of human kindness
but how would any
of us know?

babies choking on shards of glass

pretty girls with their
sympathetic smiles and a
desert outside every door but
at least he had the bottle

my father, you understand

not quite a blind man and
not quite a prophet

a believer in the
mathematics of straight lines

in directions chosen

drive 100,000 miles in
whatever direction feels right and
what choice do you have but
to end up anywhere else?