Exempt from depression, the feelings will fade.
Internet webbing, throbbing with age.
Sexy how helpless you look when you’re angry.
Hang me, my vodka top’s so vaguely sanguine.

I love you like chloroform loves a bandana.
I’m a mix of burnt fixtures and Hannah-Barbara.
I’m smiles and similes, a grimacing nod.
There’s a nurse with a cursed smile pacing my pond.

Make sense with your sorrow and go **** yourself
‘cause I’m tired of drinking to my better health, of
relinquishing rage to rest of my self when the west
is a dead slut with blood on her chest.

And she’s calling the way that my drunk ex does each sunday.
Well maybe not this morning, but some stormy someday
you’ll bring back the paper and read me your letters.
Face it - the world’s safer without us together.

This rocked PP..

excellent piece!

"the world’s safer without us together"
i can speak to this myself.

Nice write.....

Bravo!!

I love the way your brain works