Getting There

very simple words
are spread
across my lips,
to the undead

but you, tonight,
can't see or read
it's an apostrophe
that binds us here

you the possessive
and i kept near

Combined a lake
the world the stone,
you the water,
and i the ripples

.tearing through time.

simplicity has taken
tortured turns
throughout her ventures
-glamour is an overrated
exaggeration of what's not
to be mistaken for
self-loathing, incidentally
maybe it.....
There are no such things
in life that cannot be remedied
by a quick blow
below the belt
.fuck.it.or.kill.it.or.have.it.both.ways.

Irony is the color of the day,
Melody of the month,
and drama of the year,
it's been pleasant,
actually.

And we can't say
it's always been that way,
but it takes forgetting more
than just a war
and thousands dead
to get there.