I'd assemble
small structures
Out of the kindling on the floor, and
I'd watch in horror
Through the empty space between my Fingers
As she'd raise the small hatchet, and proceed to
Lower it with haste
Splitting the wood
Into halves, then quarters
Just missing her extremities
Before tossing balled up newsprint
Into the opening, and
With the strike of a red bird
Politics and comic strips
Caught flame
The warmth, and comfort
Of the fire takes over

It still burns
In my memory

I run my unsteady fingers along your landscape, and
Assign my pulse to the cadence of your heartrate

In your clutches, I am willingly caught
Like an insect trapped in a honeypot

We shared disdain
We shared desire
We were a Redbird
In a forest fire

Now that the algorithm
Has provided me with
Your undivided attention,
Get lost

Some die by their own hand
Through means of rope, pills, or
gunpowder

With a pen and a drink
I choose to live through mine

The static on the television
Like a snowdrift across the screen
Oh, what I would do
For a screwdriver
On the beach

In a digital picture booth
Seeking the Fountain of Youth
Through *** lifts & artificial *****
Or some Universal Truth

Surprise, surprise
It's just a carefully woven
Web of Lies
No one gets out alive

You can't avoid atrophy, or defy age,
Acquire knowledge and create
Everything else decays