Was never futile though fell to same small end //

I’ll be your villain when the pedestal meets the flanger bend //

Deconstructed //

Into smeared bridges //

Only the fire next time left //

Spread my ashes across ocean’s toe //

Urn made from locs with no hang time, you don’t even know me //

If you think anger leaves me with any more than falsetto grin at wake of post nut clarity //

Intuition seeps in slowly //

It was as good as needs convincing like my smile //

Christmas, nights after i found my present pile in front closet //

Closing //

Chapter, there should be paragraphs for //

I wore oyster pearl fabrics to a dead man’s wedding i shoulda worn standards //

Stanzas pile into preface a twenty volume suicide note //

Each night //

I count the stars and get the same number //

And when they will not come to be counted i collect their holes //

I reject building manifestos towards false prophets //