“You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.” – Tyler Durden, Fight Club




You have a kind of sick                                                             ­                                       
desperation in your laugh.
You always think of others.
They never do,
                          on your behalf.

He’s there        you’re him.
You’re here      he’s you.
He says     he’s     Tyler.
And you are?
                   Who?


Clinging to the manic sense
you get when you’re a l o n e .
String up the failing,
                                     f
                                       a
                                          l
                   ­                         l
                                              i
                ­                                n
                               ­                   g
                                                      words,
   ­      you feel you must atone.

Who are you really?
Slipping
    f   l   a  i l i n    g
unmissed and left to burn.
Black and darkened
Your heart unharkened
The page is left,

                            unturned.