everyday, passes off as dark comedy.
in rural dissent we kept to ourselfs.
we read the epitaphs aloud.
and laughed until we passed out.
we scrape the secrets off the wall
until the gold began to rust.
finding the worser friendship of medications.
how we swallow the bottle glass and all.
then purge trinkets and christmas lights.
but how this disco ends with broken legs.
remember those friends?
pigeonholes of doves.
getting hammerred to primitive thoughts.
watching houses burn down, to crack a smile.
but even that party is over.
the broken mirrors cast the best reciprications.
said the stripper with the broken face.
and how i'll eat away at her hemlock.
all to savor every shred of its lush.
maim my inhibition i say, amp me to rebel blood.
how i kiss the kill-hand that plays my life.
and how i want the world to feel the wrath of how i want it all.
always more and more but with a feeling more vacant than before.
then off myself to every bad joke.
Life, how it is... all too absurd.