Max Martin

5/30/24

I remember…
back to a time when Coldplay made music
with words and chords to back up their meaning
and life hadn’t quite left my penis
so the joy was profound enough
as to not ruin the reason.

On the radio, Katy Perry sang about the beach
then, there I was, locked in a car seat.
Mama got up and left me unattended
and I cried because the song had ended.

Just last week my uncle told me
“your circle grows smaller as you get older,
but not for the fault of everyone else!”
Sometimes, subconsciously, some sounds stick
‘cause they ring true to a time
when it was all Taylor Swift.

I sat with the words, and beat my dick
wondering when I let it win.
And in the back of my head —
Max Martin —
but this replay was different,
more perverted —
no, just life, receding onto itself —
yes, just in time, for me to go fuck myself.