NIN came back today,

running with sharp fur,
screaming at me, for twisted
purple minutes
arriving soon and blurry hours coming
at me,

“I’m gonna burn this
Whole
World
Down!”

“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”

grabbing it from fuel in my soul,

searching for pills, gripping
to hide from the perilous beating
of instruments framed to harken, hack
my mind, pronouncing me gone, but letting me,

“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”

swimming in reckless wakefulness.

And it goes forever, in seconds,
with miraculous drive, no change
from a shipment
of relief, no pills,
no comfort, no alcohol…

“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”

growing in sickening alertness.

“this world rejects me,
This world threw me away
this world is going to have to pay”

and my shrink thinks
music the chicken, feathers ready to…

“Burn.
Burn.
Burn.”

But the music is the egg,
cracking open in shattered pieces,
running away from me in blasts of pinkish-white,
leaving me in my orange pool,

Gone.
Gone.
Gone.

“I’m gonna burn this
Whole
World
Down!”

.