theatrical exit

i'm waiting in the wings
don't know what day it is
lost all track
time
space
me

i feel i need to
race towards
some kind of
meaningful space

watch myself
perform again
premium view
from inside the skull

who is that outside?

stages are set
this one seems to be
to me
a set equipped
for late starters

maybe im maudlin
for all the right reasons

is this all there is?

dogma lifestyles
drag me down to their level
as I punish this mortal coil
again for not wanting it
tread carefully they say
upon the floor of the bored
they can smell your scent
as you travail broken lifelines
hours and days and weeks
spent doing fuck all

the creak i hear is not from old bones
it is from all that excess baggage
the lone case that the authorities
have to explode
carefully
because it threatens
everyone around them

i can hear the trumpet one of nine
sounding in the sky
it is the last post
and so it becomes inevitable
your military are doomed
your lives are domestic violence
and our future seems to be sealed


stamped
delivered