A weakness is in me
and it won't stop eating,
meeting the maker soon,
be sure to ask just who
my anger should go to,
I can't see due to bad weather,
I've noticed it gather
around storms
like they need to be wetter,
so I'm hanging on
to the hopes
for some clerk or
automated
directory
to show me the perks
of the concentrated misery
I sweat out like lighters
after you finally buy one,
when I finally fly out
of my skin
to the sun,
I hope I won
a few
tickets
for something fun
for my special someone
who's memory
is
a **** ton
to be
forgetting
so I don't,
I let it
keep eating.