I don’t
Like being that shine in your spit
The body
And the face
And the soul
And the
Heart to be cut up and buried
In a hole
Bad things come
In threes
And what have you got?
Fast to point out
Mistakes
And make
Clear consequences
Just maybe we could lose ourselves
Next time. The red paint sprays anarchy
Over my eyes and
Points out my faults
And stupidity
Pokes holes in my brain where the
Secrets oozed out
My patience in a bottle
Guzzle to guzzle to
Guzzle
The hipsters
And the cool kids meet headlights
From time to
Time. Forgotten and absorbed in liquid numbness
To forgive, forget
Repeat
Repeat
Suspend my liver as
It sits in tears as
The sun sets as
The bones rest