I can't stop listening to a certain band.

Let it hang, hairy and heavy

We have lost track of what it means to be alone.
You explain a discomfort with how it is,
hanging so permanently there. I have long since

lost a taste for whatever it would take
to get rid. I don't think I know what you mean any more,
its hairiness is legend but outside of regular experience.

I'm sure it is a metaphor for something, the unsaid
or the ignored. The lack of love, the colour of my bruised big toe.
But it is un-pin-downable, and does not give in
to any sort of pressure or persuasive technique.