Black Out

Nikki Harlin

$5 pizza on the wall
melts like a clock

the time is now
a grease stain running

Do you like this mood?
It's my favorite t-shirt

the one they tried to fire
me in still in flames

though I don't feel like myself
crouched behind the charred couch

contagious and wild
coughing up the same 3 bar chords

again it's been the maltiest of nights
and it's hard to remember the stars

now that they've been kissed off.