Tension Is a Passing Note
MATTHEW PRESTON SLOCUM
Do I murder when I forget you from afar?
Too drunk on the poison of endless roads
And the countless smoky bars
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But tension is to be loved
When it is like a passing note
To a beautiful, beautiful chord
Do I murder us, putting pavement in my veins
Shooting it in, special heroin
For the seeking and displaced?