A life in a mirror

Of someone’s design

With a fleeting interest

In my own mind

New, improved rules

Assimilated inside

Genuflect and pray

Before your mobile device

There’s a new boss in town

Polarized from the other guy

Queens is quiet tonight

I hate when bands make me wait

For something I’ve already seen

With survival less guaranteed

It matters less what it all means

Falling through the seasons

Of my dreams

Observing the fire hydrant ejaculating blood

On my $100 jeans

It’s hardly apathetic

Noticing where we no longer align

Queens is quiet tonight

The urgency of yesterday

Becomes an uneasy today

In a broken contract with safety

Which used to account for the price paid

And the poets always miss

The sunset’s indifference

And the politicians equate a vote

With a kind of spiritual deliverance

The Internet has fallen

And now there’s nowhere to hide

Queens is quiet tonight

My notebook’s privilege

Might be something you forgive

In the mad dream of culture

Where we both live

Somewhere a phenomena

Uncommented upon

The High School cafeteria

Is our everlasting god

But there’s little hope in it

Those trapped in the monitor’s light

Queens is quiet tonight