[Aero]

All my friends

are distortions. i've been pretending to worship
and ended up on pedestals surrounded by corpses
walking to the store for black n milds and a 40
hoping my regress to adolescence consoles me
i found you in the parking lot cross-legged and drunk
on 42nd and something, these apologies are never enough
we're simple like those country road cassettes in the trunk
twisting tentacles of terraform. tinfoil and rust
truly i'm done. i wake up plagued, in darkness i prayed
for something to change. choke confessionals while swallowing razors
honest to Abel, this is hardly novel behavior
learned to dial it back and started calling in favors
i'll take brown liquor now and you can talk at me later
i'll nod my head in unison and call for a waitress
mighty morphin powerless ranger, sensitive, slumped
ivan ooze more like, infecting everything that i touch
Black jacket fentanyl tucked for when we're ready to fuck
Left the chevy in neutral we're downhill leveling up
it's medicinal, this love. unhealthy / wretched / corrupted
our metronome arrhythmia unsteady it pumps
convoluted, often music leads me to cry
my favorite songs are reinforcing all my reasons to die
chameleon prime regurgitating sequencing rhyme
blending iron opacity with steely resign
see me shining brightly from 11 to 9
after midnight i'm a blackbird on electrical lines
take a talon off and let the current inside
it only hurts a moment. then we fly.





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