the town was darkly depressed
as if painted by Kurt Cobain
the sky out of sorts, discordant
as guitars out of tune missing
their cue (so
broken strings)

and if music diegetic
how come I did not hear it
no simple songs
nor (for that matter) haunting ones
crazy-lyric, volcanic, runic,
Viking blonde,
mosquito, albino
rupture in the heart letting them
pour out as if
rhyme dictionary went surreal

the town so depressed
might never
feel blessed

the music on the air
passing the
people by.