In a hard boiled world
in which you’ve never fit
don’t lose your belief
in the party of one–
Gods lone gift–
No–
Step on your tongue
of sophisticated bile
In a hard boiled world
you can find a place
strap on an instrument
freeze a smack on your face
fakery begets magic
when you learn how to lose it
You’re a genius
–more or less–
when you play
three chords of music