parental stereo
  mute
  pointed to an instrumental voice instead so
  hitting skin on speed he
  red eyes while with me
  she in the waiting room
  reading into my missing beats
  addict par accident
  on salary
  explaining what was meant by
  responsibility swap
  response dead
  force excess to muffle the curious
  oh pardon the circus
  she paid for the blinding
  he worked for my folding
  blindfold active mind like nevermind
  sugar on the lip
  too young even for innocence
  locked in with the toiletry
  play dead
  knife on tile
  awaiting a dead beat trial
  beat down the door
  tv style
  a chance to fuck up another
  under the sheets
  heat lamp to warm the walking
  disinvolve the grief