Someone less brave might give in
supreme exertions, the looking away
from the Kali in cracked linoleum,
the menacing wires;
might just take the Jesus exit on
the highway of life
get the cathode ray lobotomy
breathe that garage perfume.
But you park it in the gloom of
& loud guitars
the glittering wreck of your existance,
& sing about it.
– Suzanne Freeman