Dying City

D.C. looking sad and wasted
learns piano scales
me I’m hiding under the covers
hoping to get well.
we live in a dying city
it gets worse every day.

my sister calls
says she hates the family
once their bodies are buried
she’s hoping to get married.
we live in a dying city
it gets worse every day.

wind pushes rain
across the black and grey
D.C. says “to Hell with it”
and that’s all you can say.

there’s nothing in my heart now
it’s just chemical trails
so I’m hiding under the covers
while D.C. learns piano scales.