Everything Is Awful But Music

I don’t know
if we know
what human bodies 

require anymore
when solitude 
reaches its limit 

and noise persists 
just outside of 
the frame but 

if chord changes 
and turns of phrase 
are to be trusted 

then I am content 
to rest my head
slightly next to yours 

as we sway 
and the lights 
and the smoke 

carry it all away.