It all started when…

He totaled the sedan on the way to see the band Hall & Oates.

Rockstar fantasy, took the rental van

onward to Brooklyn by the hair on his chin.

A Greenpoint apartment, windowless den,

chiseling music and channeling psych wards’

visions of darkness, prone to abuse it.

Fumbling forwards, serotonergic dilapidation meets

synthetic neurointoxication.