the gloomy groom

[uponherarrival]

it's like forty-five seconds of life
can't be as sharp as that shiny new knife
waiting for the call when they say I was right
outta sight, outta state, outta plates and spoons
and we can't get none until the afternoon
by now, known as the gloomy groom

start and stop just like a revolution
life's just a string of species consuming
whether a heron or muslim, we're all congruent
the diagniosis was professionally brewed
so it can't be them, it must be you

these glazed over lakes of blue
a pair of eyes that you can only wish to see through
ups and downs from the unnamed mounds
that pile up like trash from the sky to the ground