[dead man]

latte whiskey & water. watch
me limp to the slaughterhouse, cynical diatribe
for the principled pauper. i live in decisions
indecisive as autumn, follow my lead. drink my cyanide. cures for
coexisting too often. simple and plain as
jim and jane. duality my daily condition. as in
it kills me when you speak but i am happy to listen
make a wish. penny glisten fountain cupid in marble
the toxicity molecule, best viewed from afar. loved from
a distance, play Icarus, immolate in an instant
our living space often imitated a prison. what to be said
when i recount it often sounds like we ended
in a blaze of glory, more like clouds of regret
powder precious, our obsessions, hours spent in ecstasy
mouthy magic, sour patches, sweet sensation, sexually
cold beverage, 30 proof refreshment. slip into buzz
here to separate innate behaviors / symptoms of us
via journaling verses i've never written enough
our litmus, what post-relationship we didn't adjust
call me on the phone. let a message reply
it's never fucking speak again but never goodbye
there's pressure to reinvent what we severed in time
pleasure in bleeding you dry. promise the pleasure is mine





dm