"Ok now let's all be adults about this."

Plunging neck lines
And regretful text lies.
Sophomoric yawns through
The factory after the announcement.
One of us will get it.
A cell phone picture
With her face obstructed
By the handcuffs,
And the cop's blood.
She wanted to be remembered
Like that.

Like no one would say anything.
I wasn't going to say anything.
Paris seemed very far away at this point.
It occurred to Matthias that
He still owed his land lord
Last month's rent.
And there was still
An outstanding warrant
For his arrest.
(April 2005, punk rock)

The factory's reflection
On the man-made lake
Was beautiful at sunset.
And after draining happy hour
Into it and zipping up my pants
I walked to my car.
And drove home.