Sworn Brenda

Swear to me Brenda
look into my gotdam green eyes
clasp these corners from
unkempt collapsed broom
to the Little Dipper
constantly up-showing me
and swear to me

you hold this same madness in your heart

I'll die right here right now
glass playing sweeping cello concerts
in the orchestral pit of my only listening ear
cat-call myself from dark mountain cliffs
from the protection of my winter den
hunt myself in the morning forest fog
thrown spear deep beneath my rib
Artemis's twisted red fate
eat my own heart first
honor the dead

promise me this madness is yours too

I'll wander to the edge of forever
spin the saddest cajun love songs from
french crooners with crooked necks
homespun beer pulled from popcorn draft
track these tragic lives playing out under smoke
clang cause somebody rolled the cue
and the eight ball leapt the wall
worship your relics
scroll through your nudes
have sloppiest conversation

like you're sitting here next to me
like you've been here this whole time
just an empty vacant seat
it's madness to waste so many years
right?

but maybe
maybe
you're somewhere
with this same madness too.

TA