I’m sorry I’m late

as I didn’t want to attend the party

held in my honour, not in my state

of mind, not whilst I could howl

and give regard to the disease that burrows

between each disc and nerve shattering split

decision. I didn’t want to get up on stage

and sing karaoke hits, of meaningless lyrics

or sample a raised finger

buffet that means nothing to me,

for there are days when I cannot play

when I want to howl, scream, wail in the moonlight