burning house

burning house

in the mirror

black phanotogram t-shirt

from last fall’s tour,

which was most memorable

for that unnoticed

projected-on scrim

that dropped after the first song,

and now I’m peeing

after drinking water like crazy

after drinking white wine

while watching the season seven

“game of thrones” premiere

with someone I attended

that show with―my wife―

before wobbling through the dark

in my car to go crash at

another house a mile away

because we’re separated,

and now someone drop the scrim

or, wait, is that the actual band

playing “black out days”?

PoemJim Burlingame