The Best In Showed

Sleeping it off got to be too easy

and such

I would recount but my head was spinning in the wrong direction

and I looked across the frontier

where I saw you leading a pack of headless horsemen

The landscape was covered in the eyeballs of elderly people

all knowing and with no one to know the difference

This was a great stampede,

an inevitable blood bath

---and we had no daguerreotypes from happier times

it was just those deadening willow trees

and their constant handshaking with the clouds

---that got in our way