Trying to Reach Real Conclusions about Something

If you feel that things are ending it is possible
they are just beginning. It is a fog horn
you can hear in the distance.
You wait by the telephone, looking over
the harbour. All night long you keep
dreaming this song that begins
with an E chord but ends tweezing your
eardrums from your ear holes.
You wonder what sort of doctor
is alive down here.
You can see images of people who have
embarrassed you and drift into the sea.
The floating takes the place
of a brainwave and the combination
is safe. I don't know about you
but I can't stand losing.
My whole life I've been a dick about it.