Ode to Morrissey

Plodding backwards over memories

Back to the place where I knew you

In the summer town
Filled with laughter and blue

I won’t respond to your note

I won’t stop to say hello

But I'm doing well

Thank you

I’ve forgotten to smile
But I’ve made it this far

I looked hot last night

That’s why you wrote

You can’t get over yourself

Like a cat stuck in a milk jar

I’d write something funny

If it was not so gloomy outside

But nothing excites me today
When you peel back layers of time
Memories erupt but I feel nothing
There is no romance in it

Everything is gray, like Sunday
Everything is silent and grey

Hide away for a day
Take a trip to London

Send me a postcard

Tell me I was “naïve"

Anything to get away from here

From the gray cast spell

From the lead cast sky

From the prongs squeezing my skull

Don’t forget to bomb

The coastal town

Maybe we’ll wear leather

On the Armageddon day

And get angry drunk

Or something wicked

I don’t want to excavate
The gravel of memories

I don’t like the smell of time

Landing on my face
(And on your face...)
I don’t need this cheap trick

I don’t even want tea today
It’s not all that important

It’s not even tragic

It’s just grey