If we push back the set any longer
the drummer will be too drunk to play
so I haul my amp on stage
constantly cursing its awkward bulk
'cause if it were really loud enough
to back me up in what I've wanted to say
you'd have heard a hundred times:
I see your name everywhere!
The band's stickers peeling above the urinal
set lists transcribed on paper towels
constellations of blood on pick guards
shining and smearing as I spot you
arguing with the door guy...
If I stood up on top of the monitors
would you see me rising above
my bad teeth, my thin arms
my unfailing barrage of failures?
Leave a black smudge across my forehead
from the Sharpie-X on the back of my hand
jump down, spin around and stumble
knocking over the mic stand
shouting: One, two, X you!
all the while I'm thinking about you
CFHC
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