Still Life

In choosing to always wear
A band-aid as an accessory
I go on record to confirm
That darn mushroom cloud’s testimony
A man at home in the world
He just shouldn’t be able to tell
The crash of one from the other
Himself or the everything else
And how dated the old logos look
Embedded here in my creature
That goddamn command to continue
Even if every punk is a poser
And classical music makes me thoughtful and blue
Still how dated the old logos look