on the slow train
out of my mind
listening to the slow rain
of my decline

I did it
I helped her
get it
How did you do it
I listened to Ministry
and licked a goats ***
and made incantations
to Martha Plimpton
queen of my ******
and thereby gained
unnatural powers through
a demonic deviant
fallen among the fallen
Asmodeus I think
the ability to
dematerialize and
materialize and
spirit
my ***** sinners
to murderous intent
What was it What kind
The goat
Anatolian Black
I think
No male or female
Does it matter when
youre licking goat ***
This all true
Yes
It is absolutely
true
All goat *** tastes
the same
Jourgensen will back me up
on that

Its also possible I just drove them
my sisters
my mothers
my daughters
my friends

Its the very least
I could have done

What lies
beyond the fog
of the deepest sleep
The void
vast
black
and
harmonic

armchair patriots
fair weather
brothers in arms
foxhole liberalists
will fight for your
freedom
but not if you ask
not if you really need
liberation
and
only if
the financials
square
and
the fiduciaries
concur
and
you know
the polls are
favorable

It's just a
matter of
clever simplicity
or
simple clevericity
said I to she
It's more a
question of
earnest felicity
and
abstract electricity
said she to me
though we both
could agree
*******
is
*******
however masked
implicitly

1.5 oz Bulleit Rye
0.5 oz Gallo Extra Dry Vermouth
0.25 oz Mezzetta Olive Juice
3 dashes Angostura Bitters
Stir with
3 cold Mezzetta Garlic Stuffed Olives
on a Frankie's swizzle

Drink this and remember me
It is the depth of my sorrow
The shallowness of my pain
The blood of my anger
My testament
Bear witness to the sins of my father
Writ in the ugliness of me
Drink this and shudder
It is my undoing
The unraveling of light
A consummation of the dark

Drink this and remember me

suffocating and suffocated
under the weight
of my own failure
to recognize
that which
was
right
the
****
in front of me

great
life is great