Brick

There’s way too many sad songs

to sing in the darkness of my room.

It’s not your concern you see

my heart stops each day you’re gone.

We both are short on time.

Our dance together near its crescendo

is often interrupted

by the world.

The real world has split

in New Zealand, Charlottesville,

Denver, Jersey. There’s violence

in the air and tomorrow is only a brick in the wall.