mom s advice it sat on ice till those words melted away you wake up to those horrid voices everyday the chorus of indifference that hums you into decay a wave of harmony into your restless grave mute faces on talk show screens you watched at 3am it is the framing of your own life s silent film loitering to armageddon waiting on a train a red star on a transit map well mark your place discount expiration stickers you helped to be misplaced the circle of life is a bargain hunter s waste stolen leather jacket depicts all your favorite bands icons of true rebellious spirit or painted trends when you dirge down the gauntlet of the boxes and the cans do you think of your apartment and the dirty pots and pans in the checkout line you hold your wine and look at magazines maybe a frozen dinner to thaw out in the sink but no fragments reach your mossy eyes no uv rays from sunny skies no panoramic desert scenes to replace lost coinstar receipts
['denton tx indie', 'lo-fi emo']