Last night I saw you.You were aloneand stiffThey told me to leave youthat I had done enough.How could I?When it never even began.Last nightwe said goodbyeDo you remember.Last nightI cutthe cordI cut my veinsand allowed the blood to runfree.Freer than ever beforeLast nightwe spokefor the last timeAnd in your voiceI smelt her breath.“Goodbye”“It was nice”“See you around”Never encompasswhat should be there.38You changedI changed.And in that I find solace.Change is progressof any sortand growthand that only ever meansNature taking its courseNaturallyYou and Iwere never meant to beLast nightIn my veinsI saw thatAnd I ranFree

an ocean feather snuffs it in an alcove, to my leftjust another pair of lungs to expand and swill the seaand i wave curtly to the ***** on the next corner(nothing to see nothing to see) kindlingher shoulders against the lamp-post shelooks more like an angler than a good timeand paint by number peeling swips, lightning strikesupon her hips and the smoke machine pumps nicotinethrough out my veins, on the verge of somethingepicglitter lines the gutter with a sunless pulse all its ownand concrete currents sweep the ground beneath my feetas i exit the aphotic zone:ale stained blouses and hardened nipplesmake my artist type jealous beneath the soft neonsof the brickyard pizza sign    the whirlpool opens with asureness of free beer to soften my mindand i've done this enough for the anxiety to subsideso i kick off these shoes and iDIVEinto a plethora of flannel jacketsand guys named 'steve'