For a moment it is the combination of
glistening constellations beading
cosmological swirls in the black coffee
surface eternity and the enchanted noodlings
in my ears, that singer you favor
as the sciatic clench and the dead flesh
ache consume the remnants of my attention
the lyric and the litany awaiting
this next frustration, the next
rat maze dead end to your weak
thesis, this slow burn the pitiful
wishing makes all the worse.