Monday, October 25, 2010

4. Hysteria

Not gonna drink myself stupid just because I can.
A lot of the heart has been lost,
and all of the dynamics are gone.
We're running on misremembered notes of old songs,
and what else can go wrong.

We'll all survive again,
like we always have.
C'mon, hysteria,
run us under ground!
Ounce for ounce, pound for pound,
take all that you can out.
Orange to red: madder the alarm,
heighten our sense of terror.
Overdrawn and bought out,
lined up at the lost and found.
Unsettle us. Panic the pundit.
Kiss the floor of the kitchen
while tucked under a table;
keep away from the windows.
It's too dangerous
for you to see these skies yourself.
So, hide.
Just listen to them
tell you when it's alright to move
and their truth until then.

I just want to hold you, beautiful.
Not physical, an ethereal love:
everyone feeling good
for one moment about everything in their world.
All good things; live for the best!
Just let it happen.

But when you get pissed,
you can take a sip,
and another...
until you forget
all of this shit!
It is not worth it!