
I was ten
Watching MTV
In the Buzz Bin
Stone Temple Pilots
Singer rolled his eyes
Made the ‘Jeremy’ face
And I asked myself
Is this what adults are like
Purse their lips and chant
Yeah naw yeah naw
On the way
To collecting
Huge royalty checks
Over the years
Those affirmations
Negations
I heard
From a thousand radios
Early December
I was thirty-three
Woke in a chair
At the hospital
Wife on a saline drip
And I read
Scott Weiland’s dead
Cocaine, Subutex
Methylenedioxyamphetamine
Geodon
Viagra
I asked the doctor
What ‘ectopic’ meant
And I realized
What adults are like
Max Thrax lives in Boston, MA. His stories and poetry have appeared in Shotgun Honey, Versification, Bristol Noir, and Punk Noir. Find him online at http://www.maxthrax.com and on Twitter @ThraxMaximilian.