911
Evan
Musical Buck
Post Chim Hit
Glass in Hand
Glass in my hand
Shadows on the wall
Nobody’s asking
So, I tell no one at all
He played the old piano with calm finesse
His time at this particular blues bar his own version of his friends’ karaoke
The city sleeps
My mind stays lit
Some things don’t move
Past the chest they hit
His sister, again, chose her lover over him.
But when has that ever been different from when they were growing up.
As he remembered her first boyfriend. The jock. And the hidden hits to keep him away from the two of them that she still refused to admit happened to this day.
I keep my whiskey confessions
In the corner of this room
The glass stays full
The night stays quiet
When he tried to keep his promise to her, it caused pain, yet again. Why must promises kept cause pain? And only to him?
Now the two lovers were returning, and he was told he was going to be blocked from transferring out and away from his sister’s lover. And his abuser. So, like always, he must pay for the family’s enjoyment and love with his own life.
That worn leather chair
Knows more than friends
Stories that won’t see
Daylight again
Everyone feels he is the problem, that the gaslighting abuser is the victim. Just like Toddy and Doug liked it.
My Maddie could sure choose them.
Amber light shows
What I keep concealed
A gentleman learns
What not to reveal
But he keeps quiet now, as he has, again, learned his lesson. Taught in voices taking the abuser’s place.
Instead, he went over everyone’s head.
He laterally transferred out over to county. This time with only the words to those asking; “Irreconcilable Differences.” For his divorce from those he once thought of as family.
He continues to play the blues. Knowing that even now, the phone number he used to have, was showing up to all those of his once family as “This line is disconnected.”
His loft was now rented out to a stranger who was a SWAT officer and had changed the locks and put in a new security system.
No one had been by since his abuser had hit him and put him in the hospital, and there was no way he felt safe there anymore.
No need for words
No need to prove
Just smoke hanging heavy
Nothing to lose
Fin
5/12/2026