Shoot First

What do you say when you don’t have words Where do you stand when your foe shoots first No I don’t wanna talk to friends They all writhe in dissolution I could write a different end Or I could curse the institutions Why won’t my damn water boil? I’ve felt nothing since the Covid Not a scruple nor a moral Not a painter nor a poet Can’t relax ‘cause that is something I exist in constant stasis Like a science fiction prison It is pained but also painless And your ghost won’t find you And your shadow’s on the loose It’s a suicidal manic point of view And the party’s breaking And your ex is checking you It’s a freaky life—the curse of foiled youth What do you say when you don’t have words Where do you stand when your foe shoots first I don’t feel magic when I see the orchid bloom I don’t hear poetry in the wind or the water anymore Where all was once for me light, mine has begun to dim It has dimmed for many years now I gave it air and I tried to stoke it And I keep trying And I keep trying And I keep trying And I keep trying And I keep trying And I keep trying