(I) write my sadness ad infinitum. but
i encrypt it with images and tones:
in poetry, ambiguity’s a virtue.
(S)o many of these pieces are loosed
like arrows: pills, drink, and fatty
foods are my fletches.
(P)eril and pain: not every creature
runs from such things: some
seek and live for them.
(A)lmighty dreams, almighty loves:
they pierce me with ups and
downs by the kiloton.
(T)here’s many ways out; i know them all.
but this one, see, is the most brutal,
indelible, and glorious.
(H)ot and cold converge: the lukewarm
path my heart had blazed is a cavity
that creaks and reeks.
(W)hat good is society when my
feelings for it sink away so
quickly?
(A) man, neither enemy nor friend,
hurt himself first: i feel nothing
and, thus, victorious over him.
(R)oaming, i find a moment anywhere there’s
a rush, a shock, a death wish titillating me
like silhouettes in a red mist.
(M)ay love promise that my highest highs are your
lowest lows. with that in mind: i have mastered
this game. the pleasure is all yours.
(giving away prized possessions) take with you
everything i’ve seen. let me burn to prove that
darkness is a temporary absence of light.
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~A.