Secret Vasectomy
I feel like something profound and meaningful
Should be espoused from this platform
Words wise beyond their years
A message of some purpose or consequence
There is nothing
I pretend to dig deep
But the words are passionless, derivative
The sentiment is painfully
Hollow
Slumped over in a chair once hoped forgotten
Facing enemies passed as quick fixes to greater, deeper set issues
Suitable diction proves elusive
As my mind dances like a mongoose 'round a cobra
But I'll bury broken muses
My own hidden Burgess Shale
Pull up
Another black hood, warming my cold weathered hands
Curl up in lose fit flannel and self-preserve
Writer/s: Andrew LaCour, Jesse Matthewson, Shane Matthewson