Oh, no, hysteria, don’t go so soon,
My neurons have just finished brewing a portly pot of electric tea
Tossing like nausea on a chemical sea
This vessel that I live upon.
A moment’s stay would be too long
So come into bed, we’ll have us a starry night
Blurring the traffic with insistent light
That won’t stop breathing nor choking on the peppered air that strikes like arrows
And bleeds until the silent dawn.
You said we’d one day see the moon
But she is embalmed in gingivitis smog
Skeleton boughs scrape every chord of the violin that sings tragedy
Because I gave hysteria my hospitality
And in return for crumpets, you’ll be gone.
But hark! Hearest thou the trumpets of that song
You scrawled inside my head in that heavy age
When I had strength enough to harness rage
Instead, now, you drink my tears and belt a foreign tune
You’re singing for another lover who will truly be true
Leaving me with an 80-ton balloon
Sinking in a sea of tears already cried
Screams already dead
Blood turning in for a good night’s worrywarting in my strangling bed
To the melody of an odd bird’s croon
And the timekeeping tick of a plastic spoon
And this vomiting vessel I live upon.
Really, hysteria, going so soon?
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