Get these kicks just right
we need a subjugation high light
reel in another junkie
I want to breathe in this Pac Man atmosphere.
Spinning like a top
trying to catch my lover
with a butterfly knife
and a conscious knowledge
of how deep the cuts run.
I’ve never been too good at coddling
never too good at reprimands
never too good, but decent at searing
glnces
and meat.
Glaze over my second chance
requiems,
those words
I never said and I just need
a
forum
to rattle out these words on another blank
canvas.
Sorry this is a little too late
a little too little
but in a few hours I will
forget how else to write this.
I will close another grip
around some nooses
and drunk drivers
just to remember how I got here.
Between the shakes and quakes
I emptied my Yahtzee cup
onto more parquet than I’d like to admit,
this time
it was sniper scooped on a singular momentum.
We spelled out your name in dreams,
I don’t remember how to do that without
those echoes
etching your remembrance
into my subconscious.
Lighting the end of another ash stick
just to try and contemplate in solidarity.
No reason to do so today,
but
someday
I can figure this puzzle out
its constructs got me stressed
enough to no longer see the silver lining
you forged
atop my temple’s fire.
Coalesce into another esoteric minimalist
attempt at resurrection of a past tense eulogy
for a still-heart-beating, limitless institution.
One day.
Just one day.
.
