The Choir sang off key…
Hold a vigil for my memories,
Candles flicker off the wall
Hold a vigil for our reveries,
I just hope you had a ball
I remember moonlit nights,
Blue-line T stations; triple decker backdrops
I remember sun drenched days,
Eyeballs in skulls, wrapped in skin
looking for roses, finding dead grass
The unbearable heft of depression,
As the bass from the bar below
reverberation caught in the
black eyes of a mouse
Fidelity flawed, intuition cut in thirds
And the choir sang off key
And the choir sang off key
Years divided by months,
Months divided by days
Corpses at the alter,
Bloated, blackened, scythed
Ghosts of urbanization, caught in limbo
Set ablaze by condominiums
Where their buildings stood erect
People haunted by realities,
of dreams they never met
The only difference between me,
and Francis Scott Key
is when they light my fucking vigil,
may the choir sing off key
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