The summer drops and rots
The fruits wrought by spring.

You just keep writing the same **** poem,
And everyone knows it but you.

Fermenting dream, buzzing flies round a melting peach,
How could there be any other way?

If we ever found the best road,
Don't you think we'd keep going back?

Manifested explication,
A balance shown to be insane,
The buzzing peach maggot house of life
A little boy lunch that sounds the same to me.

Eat yourself and fly.

Sticky summer sugar fingers
Slowly expose him to himself
And when it kills him they will send one atom to the sun.

Ad infinitum, until they build one,
brand new

But i knew someone who was not me,
With a better personality
And cleaner poetry

I haven't been a good friend to them,
So I'm receding where they can't find me
And I can lay to rest our ceaseless worries.

You will live this same life again,
And never more,
All the same.

One character for all of eternity. We are doomed to obscurity.

When interoception speaks of a desiccated future,
Not even flies can call you home.

At least you'll never have to be one.