Media's calling
Says story's breaking and the poets are dead
She told me late last night when we'd both been fed
I clear the dishes and arrange this tepid head
And meteors falling
She says with joint in hand and does the twist
Pushes me two step to avoid the risk
Says no one's lonely right before
The lonely hits until you're loveless
I'm not going to fake you out of your boots
Like you've been asking me to with your tired
Sunken, salty, caustic eyes and your half held
Heart melt truths