I Prefer Not To.
I stay up too late
Never get enough rest
But I don’t give a fuck
Give me all
Of the salt and butter
Sugar and fat
It doesn’t mean shit to me
Fill me up with pills
Pills pills pills pillls
Pills
I need to stop
Existing
I will fuck everything up
Beyond that which seems humanly possible
I amaze myself at times
Others would be amazed too
If they knew
How much I loved you
shadows crept
the length
of disquietude
distilled
in the wonder
of our willful dearth
lumbering
through morass
when last we plundered
this scorching earth
she blindly scrawled
three bold runes
that burn yet
still
within
this piteous pith
of tormented ruin
immune
to time’s retelling
they rave and revel
in a rogue reminisce
idle thoughts
convict
the
heads of hollow
apparitions
a sentence
of sentient disposition
decomposing
marionettes
in rows of chariots
charging
forged by fear
preoccupation
and abeyant presumption
racing to the finish
lines of faceless pretense
praying
to appease what
is not present
Max, or Not 