Cool S

We murdered Mikey

He begged and cried

As I took his eyes and then

We kicked him ’til he was quiet

We walked home smoking his cigarettes

Knock down that cottage

It whispers some weird sibilance I guess

It’s the secret pronunciation

Of the Cool S we drew on everything

From Silver Bridge

Tommy leapt in

The gray Housatonic

Was better than prison

All I feel

Is the weight of his hand on my shoulder

All our lives will dissolve

The new moon howls

All the dogs are asleep on the hillside

In seabed black

Silent songs

A few fine old friends

Came to my arraignment

Their paisley skin

Andromedan

Out the window I see

Immense shadows of trees

Gently sway and pixelate

The rivers look fake

A vanquished country

When I get out of here

I’ll be pushing 60

All I’ll feel

Is the weight of his hand on my shoulder

All my life I’ll be wrong

The ceiling beam

Looks so sturdy and strong and inviting

Don’t wait up for me

I won’t be long

All my dreams

Run away in the light of the morning

The winter wind full of spring

So don’t ask me

Why I did what I did

(What I did what I did)

I guess it was just one of those things