Endgame

Each of these stones

is a neck

chain, is a blood

bowl.  Each

of these spider

bites

is retroactive. Is

radio

static.  Each

individual lion

is a limb,

including the head.

The head is where

everything goes

wrong.  Each

time I try, I fall

further into the pit

of me, the epitome

is apostasy.  

Let there be

nothing

& nobody

gets hurt each

time I think

this is it

there’s another

need for

something outside

of me made

better

by half a wit’s

endless brevity

anomie, lethargy

moving in

with their

parents

for some time

off time

to go time

to say hello

Hell--O

goodbye.