We were
together apart. you were forever in my heart
with my dry twine you were tethered from the start
a lonely vendor. empty my cart
these empty staircases provide no sentimental spark
the hell of cancer. the smell of laquer
to this day i couldn't tell you what i was going after
death is coming whether it's slow or faster
Tolstoy idolatry-- my only master
ripped up my tapestry so it's tattered
tell me if it's time to go. i'd rather
decay endlessly. or shun the universe and display entropy
i thought today was the day. you'd never say when it'd be
a million legs but i'm the same centipede
a million gallons but i'm the same. empty me
i'm insane and a smaller version of myself. measure me
a circle with no radius. center me
you made me a better version of myself than i'd ever be
but now you're dearly departed. clearly a martyr
shutting your eyes because you fear what we started
and they all say that i'm queer. i'm an artist
burning the incense in my cold study
and counting the times that i told you you're lovely
nowadays the puddle of my life has become muddy
my vices are ugly. my life is now nothing
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