Nelsonvillains – Occupant

In the house with crooked floorboards, on Main St., Nelsonville,

I sweated into the carpet, hovered over my father and became violent.

Now as I wake up every morning and try to control my breath next to hers,

I sleepwalk Cleveland Avenue to work, and I smile at the women who walk back into me

 – I am trying to save face.

From the shot in my lung and the poems you stole –

they were all about you anyway,

so just take ‘em to save face. 

In the house with crooked floorboards on Main Street, Nelsonville,

 we mixed our cool-aid with gin and met eachother trading punches

– “This is nothing special,” I said.

You laughed and we agreed, and we became inseparable friends

but our intelligence got the best of us, yeah we tried to save face.