whispers catastrophe

Pepper spray becoming

Gesture-like a notice

Of receipt trauma

The accidental meeting

Two sets of eyes

And all the damage

To come after that

The quiet wallows

In his self pity

It never quite worked

Out, the career, house

The pension plan whether

Missile trails like fireworks

Streams a sentence

You pick up a word

Then two and see

Where it leads you

Dare I make something

Beautiful in a time

Of complete devastation

But we have dates

Booked to record

And I have lyrics to write