Stretching to Day

The only thing keeping my head from exploding
After being shot with the gun that I'm loading
Is the music that fills both my ears to their limits
And the sounds that compile the tune into its
Polyrhythmic, polymelodic
Sporadic and episodic
Moments of beauty that make life worth
Those awful moments that truly, truly hurt

It's not convincing enough
I think I'll take the easy way out

I hope that the future is nothing like right now
My fingers are blistering and my nails curl down
Over my fingertips to tap on my eyelids
Waking me up in the morning like aphids
On tomatoes and lettuce that grow in your garden
Where I steal all the fruit before surfaces harden
And make it impossible to break with my weak teeth
Without losing them all before biting what I want to eat

It's too hard to do the things
I need to pull off soon before I lose energy

And fall crashing into the roofs of the homes of
The grown-ups and families that interact without love
All of them adults whom I knew as children
When their hair was so dirty and faces so willing
Would walk up to vans where candy was offered
And never be seen after promises honored
Goodbye small babies, abortion survivors
They live only to grow up to be liars

Who steal from my house in the night
And tell me that they are my only escape

From the world that burns slowly and turns on its border
Like tops that never stop even after
The guns poke their foreheads into bedroom windows
And peek around smiling at potential widows
To witness the writhing that follows rejoicing
At parties where drinking brings all outside noise in
Results in authorities breaking in bedrooms
To take husbands outside to be shot under the moon

Line up all the wives in the night
And tell me who they are
So I can call out to them
As their families are burned in public
In the field
In the night
Stretching to day