Amerigo-Meditation by Connor Brunson

Tonight, we will sink
take 8 deep breaths
place a hand on your head
pray that you never know pain

I hope
for your sake
there is never a locomotive
in your pristine living room
or bloodstains on your flawless carpet

I hope
your mirrors never shatter
into a thousand
downward kamikazes
glinting with deadly glory

I hope these things
because I know
the dark side of stage-curtains
I have seen the wizard
and if you can keep up the myth
of bleached-out living
then maybe
someone
can rest in peace