Awaiting the end of days
Tous les deux, eh?
I have a penchant for taking the circuitous route
Electing the next stumble jump
Step? Maybe some day.
Maybe.
Dénouement
Aftermath
Gruesome discoveries in a parking lot
The canisters
The shattered glass
The going insane
The leaving
The leaving his body
And never coming home.
Rapport
Reciprocity
Intent
Cruelty
Cycles
Epiphany
His last breath
The unanswered calls
The never to return
The phase, the life, the end.
The irreversible
Never again.
Now never has made its final determination.
Forward in reverse
Fodder for the emptiness on the cold clear blue tearless nights. The nothing. The well-intentioned clumsy blissfully ignorant attempts at empathy and cheer
But they don’t have to live with a ghost.
Ineffable
Inchoate
Insane.
Losing one losing more holding on
Laisser tomber
Interstitial, suspended, undead
Dead
The self-flagellation
The night sweats
The deep, trapped scream
Where do you buy hope?
Éphémère
Bogus decision spit on it forget remember continuez
He
She
Gave chase
Fastened tightly and ran
Seventy-four impossible items dangling from an impossible ledge, all ill-fated
And falling and falling
An object in motion, you know.
I watched myself be born
You cut the cord and held me up to the light and said
“See?”
Yes.
Cells and source reunite, reignite,
Rescued from the brink.
Tous les deux.
Elegy’s echoes and
Marni and martyrdom
Losing
Lost
Whisper
Silence.
Try to feel the wind.
Everything could be the last time.
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