Try to remain calm when I tell you

When I tell you that I died

In the center of my mind

In that solar ballroom I died

Because my eyes and legs and soul are tired

So tired

And the tree is alone in the dry field

Withering as it’s one divided by one in the field

There’s static in red and green

It’s in that monster machine

It feels love magenta, cyan

Saying that I died

I once received a gift

It was an 808 fuck and twist

I can’t get out of the Jupiter room

I can’t tune out channel 3 sine wave news

The news is that I died

The marble tomb is drowned with mountains of silver glitter

That’s where she lives

Quenching me with moral morphine

Till my lungs and kidney and brain give out on paper in a full bleed

Give me something that hasn’t been played on the radio

Something special, unscathed and psycho

Give a story, a drama, a silver tragedy

Yes, a Noh Theater tragedy

Whispers that I died without my tepid nirvana

I died I died I died

Cynically, cowardly, tempestuously

beautifully, sensuously, tragically

Fucking died.