Modest Men

The Coastal Catfish

don’t choke on your pride
you’re a cynic
you’re a liar
you’re a counterfeit a cheat
i can see it
you can feel it
because you’re buckling underneath
your vanity
there’s an orphan
there’s an addict
there’s a cigarette a thief
you are drowning in a rain storm reaching for the trees
so hide your cowardice
with a back room
with a bottle
with the space under your tongue
must be a sweltering fever
because its pouring out of you
you’re buckling in the heat