In Lieu Of A Far More Morbid Angle

i am on lease
and quickly becoming unaffordable to the girl who possesses me

Waste Of. Perfectly Good Line

the days have been buffeted by the approach of fall

within, the asphalt tenses and defrosts, repeated until the street is worked into a lather

the trees cling to the last of their color

and you are the aroma

Fitting Room

you may very well have spoiled my taste for women
it isn't - wasn't - often I was exposed to a goddess
how selfish
how selfish of you to quench my thirst for beauty, all in an instant
how cruel of you to drown me, bury me in your eyes
to show me a funeral of the utmost aesthetic, so gorgeous that my only choice was to run to it
a man without desire, isn't
you have given me all I need to cease
a drug that fosters a cure instead of an addiction, would be ill suited to the disease that is life
seemingly, you are oblivious to your destruction
do they have it in yellow

How Literal, My Love, My Oath

it is the sixth of June and I find myself on the lips of the universe
at once, I am in nirvana, and incapacitated on my kitchen floor
appearing in one of these scenes: gratuitous blood
in truth, I couldn't say which is fantasy and which one is horror
I suspect that even in my most stable iteration, my dark indulgences will persist
to be light headed from a kiss is a luxury afforded to me once before
by her, by blood loss - which, it could be remarked, occurred in both instances
that would be facetious
when I have lived without her for so long
can I really be to blame
she was still with me, inside me
how could I be at fault
for opening myself up to see her in front of me one last time
it was nice to see you again

(rather than, ultimate)

i wish that less of my wishes revolved around some form of escapism
addition by attrition is the plan, i suppose
by my count, i have been subtracted from countless lives
only for others to grow into my place
i am a weed
and i am struggling to find a reason to label my extraction as penultimate
i wish that "the constant gardener" was a virgin phrase
but i wish often