varicose veins keep him awake at night.
he sleeps standing-up so he weeps standing
up. dreams of a lava-cool fist-bump make
me sure you're the hottest girl since sliced
wrists dripped to form faces on a Cairo
sidewalk. we can't believe you joined us
for the night on such a tell-tale schedule-
one in which each moments fruition was
confirmed to the utmost. it wasn't much,
but it was enough to get on the cover of
Forbes and purchase the entirety of your
love-

it wasn't much, but it was enough to see
the forest for the trees and the eyelash for
the computer screen it cumulativley
observes like a pervert watching the
recently widowed

watch themselves

I switched locations but my heart still aches.
Minimum wagers my being. Once I was
freer. Now I just lie on roadsides with a
placard that reads, *'free.'

I wake and see your facebook last active: '4h.'
it's 10 AM--  means the ecstasy of the evening
gut disco found you excited-- eyes wide and
intent on receptive observation as sky blankets
earth in 'hi, hello, sleep tight.' I keep myself
occupied so the slow moment of 18 *******
days doesn't pervert my consciousness with a
limp face and a sigh of resignation-- expect us
on the magic carpet of never. because the long
haul says forever.

*forever.