Nirvana

Nirvana



I was only a solitary plank there
in the sagging fungus among the weeds
one fraction with my wooden peers clinging
to rusted nails, hoping to find some whole
to be a part of

and we were

that shack at the end of the street
with the panes knocked out, a glistening
maw of teeth between weary shutters with
paint like leprosy

your bullet splintered through us
and even the foundation shuddered
a shotgun blasted you into immortality
into my existence that had been

barren of your sandpaper soliloquies
your Xacto eyes that sawed
through the soft pine pulp of my generation
and spewed our blood all over our own
dirty, broken windows

your psalms of apathy,
stained with the spattered matter of your mind
built a pillar in that crumbling foyer
and the roof did hold