everyone is too drunk and too nice
applauding for some band
with words in hazard shapes
to a rhythm of dredge

i must be an apostle for some grand schema
that charms worth and form
only to run again into darkness

a disciple of short wicks
and cigarette butts

serenades and methods of persuasions--
listless and playful,

damning, redeeming

one day, soon, i will be in love
longer than a
weekend, yes,

so that i may be
less of a prick

amen.