people with good intentions
are always the slowest to get the punchline

quick to point fingers
sitting in judgement

apparitions of my condition
fragments of my sanity
plunged deep beneath

but why now?
what good can you do?

computer response time
answering machine beep tones
I ******* hate my therapist

the otherwise lost five percent
when the margin was too thin to fit them in

if you want it dead
you should inspect the teeth

rudiments of a former dwelling
silt from the river
to cover fragments and bone

to color the walls of my being
to deduce me to dust

God is dead

carrion, forever
immortality crushed
red tastes and broken glass everywhere

look at the mess I have made of my life

looking for a part of myself to call alive
in the face of this

"he ran like a ******* gazelle" he jumped out of a window and ran down the street

which didn't stop me from running him over with my car

ripping out my teeth
for the sake of inorganics

carve your head like an
ice sculpture
and present you to your family

life is never fair
that's why people invented games

I'm telling you that what you did to me is not and will never be right

I can sense you from miles away
I can feel your touch in passing tides
I can see you in my dreams but I don't want you there

I wish you'd have asked first
I wish you'd have hung the phone up and gone to bed

comfort in quicksand
a labyrinth of off-colors
conclusions with a knife

I put an ad in the paper for someone to carve me to the bone
To whittle my bones into shivs
To gently strangle me with cellophane from the cupboard right where you knew it was

You knew it

Whatever your favorite currency is
I will burn it

I never meant to hurt you
but I did

a loser should have no intuition
but I do