It’s a tender loving medication

this shallow dedication

to preserve reputation

Uphold the honor

Reaffirm the myths

Console yourself

listening to The Smiths

Louder than bombs

your punch lines land

When the Queen is dead

your sleight of hand

will fill with dread

all across the land

Pretend this is nowhere

and no one you know

Then realize you’re somewhere

you still need to go

The unquiet mind

abhors the stillness

for it renders a kind

of severe mental illness

for those counting dust motes

inside of glass globes

Wearing long winter coats

on temporal lobes

blinking strobes

ceremonial robes

Tall in black wool coats

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