Talking sociopath blues

days when there's nothing gentle left to say
to anyone
skies flash open on every planet like ocean shores
of broken seashells

the way you speak the word love
makes them call you crazy and mean
you ask between kisses why there should be
another song on the jukebox
another drunk fuck if it's not
going to change
everything

and your half-friends roll their half-eyes
call you half a fool
agree mildly
that we all need to be raised from our graves

but
who wants to do
all that shovelling