December 11, 2014 § Leave a comment
Reduced to this sack of flesh,
bolstered only by the grim mechanics of
belated cosmetic attention.
I hate you. You’re not him.
This is a body dragged out to take his place.
That suit’s brand new, and without the pirate smile all I see is a stranger’s face.
Fuck you, I’m leaving.
He’ll be home when I get there,
Pouring wine on a school night.
That’s where he is.
You can all take your fucking
and screw each other with them.
They’re POISON to me and I want to kill every one of you.
Out, getting out.
Out into the light where I can smell our land.
Land of huge skies and pork pies,
where we love endlessly.
I’m not listening. Shut up.
He’ll be there.
He wouldn’t go on without me.