All the Pain in All the Wide World

Dim light in the bar
Makes one look younger
Neon lies
We sit we drink we pretend
We’re something that we’re not
Jumble human bones with
Water running over them
Unknown
Trickle under grate outside
Almost sounding lovely
All the pain in
All the wide world
Couldn’t fill even a fraction
Of the South Pole-Aitken basin
But it all fits in shadow pocket
Like a knife before it
Sticks in neck
Potential under icy moon
Scream then silence in the gloom
Scream then silence splattered room
That was then, this was soon
But you’re too busy talking
And I wasn’t even listening
Hand in shadow pocket
Pulse is quickening