Oscar

You scream out the news, on troubled nights, as if studying a menu, all your different phones, left hanging on the line, the ones you loved gone, flames blaze up the flue, don't tell me how to cry, why you look so callow, it’s not me you cloned, swimming against the tide, everything turns hollow, no matter what you use, however much you try, you are not immune, writers always get blocked, something deep inside, shines beyond my shock, are you worth the ride?