..and I thought about the sabotage




paper, rock, scissors,




the triage




a triangle,




**** me with a right angle




I thought the thought away and




some day I may think that thought




again













suicide's the ever present theme




the ****** in my dream




the primal meme













and I think the deed into my Facebook feed




which is cathartic




but just a crazy trick because I know the




deed's still there.













even pimples become mountains in the potholes




which are eyes




and I despise these weaker times




when neither rhymes nor reason can




recompense the lack of common sense.













If this self fulfilling prophecy




is tattooed on my skin and just another




part of me




what kind of god is he?













but if God's a she then it's a payback




for my lack of decency




morality













somewhere in the monastery




the monks




kneel




the bells peal




sadly













I'm still trying not to think of sabotage




maddeningly




I do.