It was a little funny, but mostly sad.

The record spun at the wrong speed, but he lay on the floor unmoved to change it. 

“When Memory is a blank page, and the teeth in you mouth are all cliches.” 

Most of his body felt like cooling tar on a stagnant night. 

All except his knees.

They were banging back and forth as would a palpitating heart.

It was a little funny, but mostly sad.

He would sit there, banging his knees into each other,

more than half expecting that when he willed his knees to stop,

so he would will his heart.

Slower than it should, the record played. 

“Wait out the days till death comes to claim all that life didn’t already claim.”

in quotes, Rocky Votolato- Wait out the days.