Matt Brundage

From Where I Tore


brace yourself for the "next best thing"
last minute's fad has quickly grown sour
your energies and ideas slowly take wing
while my all-encompassing glare slowly splits the hours

watch me fall — you will know when I fail
go tell the world — I am not for sale
rest in peace and brave the war
I've scarcely healed from where I tore