apathy
the lingering
dread is savoring
on the spaced out man
who couldn’t understand the ways he felt
the eerie glow
of the gallery
displayed a past prize
alive beneath a fitted leather coat
and violence
struck apathy
before she got a word
you should have given her your heart
white horses
she’s steeped in the bath
oh those drips make her laugh
they came down on top
down the stairs
in the basement where
the kids sleep every night
and ride to the moon
on white horses too
and laid down
before the sunrise
and i’ve seen your fair
face all covered in hair
with a bill you braided in
we brave it each week
with each tongue in a [...]
