[dead man]

will you

ask me a question so
i can tell you a lie. let me inside, please
sell me your silence.
keep it quiet as kept. privately wept
laughing in public, grasping for something - step closer, red rover
these games we played as children would eventually mold us.
our father tried his best to keep a smile on our face
with contentment on a trial-only basis. simple minds
complex arrangements. transformative our metaphase
everlasting ever-changing. sleepy calm, i'm better anxious
Excedrin every 7am. red X on the destination
settled in dissension, honey jameson and echinacea
metal chambers - ready, aim. then left it to chance
hell is a paradise, heaven a casting call for devils who act
like classic westerns measure a man. revolver barrel. ready your hand
target acquired. lusting bloodshed like an author inspired
to carve his denial. black marker reprisal. graf in the hall, please
draw me a smile in 5 whenever action is called
lacquer in walkways smell the acetone drip
i'm a man alone in stereo like gramophone clicks
battle-broken. sad composer cracking a fifth
blackstone barricade break back into brick. it happens in instants
that which years were invested, piercing perceptive
you knew inside a moment i was seriously fucked
deer in the headrest. pure adrenaline. sabotage friendships
puddle splash our photographs and all of their negatives
we're amethyst and ruby slash dilapidated rooves
nostalgic for a mood like sipping Cambells chicken soup
hammer-fist my stanza pattern analytic fool
academic half-inventive / halfway in a tomb
statuesque idolatry like pillars and pulpits, Religulous troupes
submit misinformation praise attention and views
send me to Jupiter i've been intending to move
yet stayed where comfort held me close, domestic abuse
how i've leaned into YOU for all my deeper reflection
feet at the edge. cliffside constantly we're seeking remembrance
easing tension. drifting on a sea of regret
weak as an infant. forgive me i've been thinking too much
breathing gaslight epitaphs for nobody but
a selfish vindication 7 years in advance
hoping it can guide me towards a feeling that lasts
catch me covered in corpses. drunk at 1 in the morning
confusing lust for love and writing nothing important
subtle contortive phrase amorphous slave to this force
our pain is gorgeous. praying for torture. please
hate
me
even
more


thank you