old age

we are too young to be dying

of old age

memorizing, then repeating

words on the page

thirsting for better, brighter days

knowing that black is needed;

the darkness:

turning off all the lights at night

to shower in the opposite

of light

and give my

legs a quick

sick shave

if i had a remote i’d press rewind

throughout the times of these

days and watch every noose

knot untie,

every slit wrist re-stitch,

all those broken hearts mend

to just a bend; trains reversing

round the bend

and my watch stopped working/

decided to quit before i fired it

who needs time anyway?