Okkervil River Poem

By the second verse, dear friends

my head will burst my life will end

so I’d like to start this one off by saying

live and love

-O.R..   

Mr. Sheff, I’ve been thinking about all that you’ve sung

the murderers,

mutilating bodies and stuffing them

with frozen yogurt, and I couldn’t help

to sing along.

you leave me scared, you leave me troubled

and that’s how it should be

a man held a book

in each hand, while jumping off a bridge

that is the way I want to go

if it becomes too real

the black sheep, men

come from wealth

and have nothing else

except themselves

 the liars

who sing along with the pop songs

us, who drool into the computer screen

and the father who blames himself

they call me Vera

you know who that is

we all become her, but

will I leave you troubled

I will search and stare but

only the poem will stare back.