Christ I'm sweaty

My head hurts

**** I'm gonna throw up again

We drank way too much last night, as we have the last four

I remember you dancing on the table, a beer bottle held loosley in your hand, your hair flowing around your head and neck almost in slow motion

You had no rhythm even when you were sober

I was clumsy and loud and very drunk but I remember you beaming at me when I swept you off the table and took you to your room at the end of the hall

In there our sweatiness

the smell of liquor on our breath

our labored breathing

It all disappeared

It was just us, a bottle of Captain, and the infinite night

I woke up with a pounding headache and the taste of bile in my mouth

You were holding the empty bottle, snoring with your mouth open, your hair a disaster

I've never seen anything as beautiful

You get up and stumble to the bathroom and I hear you start to ***** so I go and hold your hair back and stroke your neck and tell you it's ok it's ok don't apologize it's ok

You're embarrassed of your messy hair and you're apologizing for puking and your makeup is running down your face and you're pale and sweaty and I'm so in love with you it's incredible

I clean you up and bring you back to bed and within minutes you're snoring again

You're a mess

But you're a ******* beautiful mess

A mess I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with

Our livers are ******

But our hearts are unbreakable

Making the best of a rotten situation
When the going gets hot
Don't go away I'm on fire
Self immolation drills
Paying off in spades and thrills

I Like walking with you slowly round at night...where dim, yellow-green, floating mercury vapor spotlight tunnels form randomly across the loosley manicured grounds
"Seems  that some here have formed a cohesive shared opinion...uhh.. individually, uh, that you're not very good company, mime."
"i was thinking i could ask you, but...mimes are mute right?"
"Aahh; no matter.
a story i know instead perhaps"?
"As this"?

Fill the earth
Full of filth
Fill bags and boxes
Full of death
New world burning
light up the sky
Push it on back
Demolish
Destroy

When does it end?
Never so far
Forever free or imprisoned in
Black space and stars
Returning forever
Remember the wheel?
And this house full of monkeys?
this round house is ******* bizarre

Where
"The forgetting"
Is a lie,
And escape is laughable.
Stuck here and out of gas
Like a dead-letter postcard to ourselves
Dated and sent from some parlour-trick fantasy future
Where the switch-up is almost, nearly like dying
but it's  happy hour
and real death is a two for...

Do your best to remember
This day
for the endless eons that follow
When the new morning calls
It's the one thing we can do for Ourselves
One another
For us all.
carry the weight of your memories with you. Study them and commit them together
two convict souls
strangers to each other
a life, then real death sentence
pronounced
they slide out for real
done, if they like,
and quite unnoticed