a period at the end
down in the basement
listening to megadeth
as a domestic storm
rages upstairs
sending cobwebs and
clouds of dust
raining down on my head
and scaring the mice
in the walls
I turn up the volume
the music blends with the
pounding
with the vibrations and the
weed
sending shivers up my spine
that
ricochet in my skull
stoic faces in the
wood paneling
watch over me like dark wizards
as Dave Mustaine shreds and
bends
every screaming note
and
riff
there are many things outside
of this room
waiting to grind me down
like work
mortgage
covid
murder hornets
politics
my children’s mental health
and
that meme of Dave
playing a slug
instead of his guitar
but
I’m not going to think about them
right now
at least
not until I
finish
this
poem
and put
a
period
at
the
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND WONDER IF THIS WILL BE THE DAY ADAM SANDLER FINALLY FILES A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST SHAWN BERMAN
like,
seriously.
I can’t be
the only one.
Alan ten-Hoeve hides in the basement of a house in the woods where he sometimes writes. His recent work has appeared in Selcouth Station and Close To The Bone. Twitter @alantenhoeve