Vamping Rests

The safety was off, faint red circles around his iris,
Tarnished from a lack of morals; a calculated gaze
Despite the brief analysis. We stared, I questioned
Whether he really looked out; suspicious of the
On going contest, endeavor, or what have you, I
Raised the glass, suspended, momentarily, above
My lower lip and consumed, possibly, the only
Savory recourse.

Finally, its settled.
Just a fraction of a
Frequency-
Late, Fuck this
Station anyway.
Its resolved.
I sat up and exhaled
What could be
Misconstrued as half
Digested palatable
Counsel, HA-
As if my insides
Were a distillery.

The safety was on, the faint red circles remained,
Discolored from a lack of bodily control; I plugged
Myself in, a change of channel was necessary.
It wasn't audible but I played his favorite tune,
Regardless, I mused, did the waves hit his ears.
Skeptical of the situation at hand I intensified
The magnitude, blew a vocal chord entirely,
Distorted the scene with, perhaps, the loudest
Unrestrained quiet.


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