beer on body lifting lies and lines from some obscure author
i'm sure he died broken and lonely with some lover's name on his lips
like Napoleon's oft quoted last line "Josephine"
tho verity questioned

speaking to you in riddles and faux aphorisms
o how grand it is, how lofty the heights we two can climb
this unsustainable facade, how larger than life the character
only later revealing lost young boy soul tired from many years

'how do you live like this'
'this isn't living'

run away from old city find new city only old city woes catch up
far more quickly than expected
as if 2000 kilometres would bring you two months peace
when actually brings two hours deadened morose resolve
followed then in rapid succession by impending old habits
and weakening resolve to see this through and find a new way
only to find old ripped up train tracks littered with animal viscera
wide seal eyed vulturelady picking carrion meat me clean