we make war

i took the ideas

out of my skull

and i placed them on the mantle

above the fireplace

I watched as they twitched

in the orange flame

i am the weary product of destruction

you were just another friend of mine

i once knew what to do with myself

but i soon forgot

we sat on the couch

and observed my half-born creations

you spoke empty wisdoms

into my hollow mind

all the while pretending

that there was something

to admire

before long the distance became

a pocketful of torn ticket stubs

a collection of subway maps

a string of missed phone calls

i doused the living room in gasoline

and dropped a match on the floor

through the window i watched

as the ideas on the mantle

turned to orange flame

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