Orpheus's Radio feature

graced by the illusive muse,
notes dripping from his tongue.
reeking of The Modern Heartbreak,
a knife twisted in his lung.

now, he’s crying out melodies,
words of the wise,
watering young eardrums,
poems in disguise.

i prefer the lyre to your lies,
although they sound so sweet
whispering about love and loyalty
words of the weak. 

i brought a pen to a gunfight, my intentions clear.
my vinyl heart looted by the man in the mirror.