Radioactive Mercy

listening to the stereo sisters above

clawing at the carpet

the left channel bought the stash

the right one dropped it

on other occasions I hear my neighbor in 103

cursing in Russianese at her Bolshevik TV

I wish we would love each other

I wish you and me had never lost that  

pain in our eyes

ya'll think this is straight over the heads

of the soul-less

you’re on your own


yes you are

oh no you’re not

- inappropriate -

achieving the astonishingly average  

noodling over 29 thousand genuine jazz chord inversions

while millions of zombies took over the nightclubs and groceries

I keep running and ending up at you