After the Tears of the Denouement

A song Three stanzas too long Cut off, smashed off Catatonic ear drum solo Pushes, drills your words Into my, already, feeble mind It’s not Saudi Arabia Brain fracking only produces syrupy blueness The sticky substance drains to your heart While the color leaves through tear ducts Red blood chills Skin cringes inside itself Gnashing bones on bones like magnets The melancholic song though melodic Pulses, throbs, oscillates Maybe if you crack open your skull, Relief will rush in like blitzkrieg Except further agitation Brings incendiary bombs and Molotov cocktails Without the numbing effects of alcohol Almost as dense as a black hole Heart only as alive as a burnt coal Finally release A heartbeat rekindled by smooth brushes of a paint brush, no, a number two pencil The words to that hellish song leave, extricating a placid consciousness from gripping barbed wires Writing, words, letters, each mark defines the mark left, forever a mark made A devil song prolonged to an angelic resolution that leaves the crowd in applause After the tears of the denouement