His was a tale of devotion
True enough, it was a blind devotion that ended up a bedwetter's betrayal
but still there, the jealousy flares
I could never bring myself to such blind devotion
Particularly to a double-denim wearing Randy
but oh to have someone pour gold into the cracks
to make a fractured psyche horrible/beautiful
I dreamt the other morning of a sheep full of needles
I thought that might not bode well for Ewe, but it was wasn't wearing glasses
I held onto it as best I could, thought perhaps it was a right-brain dissertation on the realities of vaccination
but dreams are as slippery as hope
when you're born on a monopoly board
hours after every square has its own hotel
She saunters up to me, begging me to gut her
To crush her windpipe, ravage her from limb to limb
what's a vegetarian to do, but say I can't/won't be that for you
So I flounder or languish, gnashing my teeth to rubbled ruin
In the gray swamp of mediocrity, surrounded by
<the descriptive vocabulary I've never developed>
Wrapped in anhedonia in the downfall of civilization
with my gallow's humor trapped up on a limb
ever promising to be just a psychotic break away