The singer’s veins drip
Nicotine and pills,
With throbbing noxious gums
And glowing purple lips.
He moves
Like a storm
With a complicated name,
Eats the microphone
And spits beer into the gloom.
“Easy!” he growls. “That’s why I’m easy!”
Beauty walks a razor’s edge
And tonight, the blade is his.
Tim Frank’s work has appeared in Hobart Pulp, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, and Maudlin House. He is the author of the chapbooks An Advert Can Be Beautiful in the Right Shade of Death and Delusions to Live By.