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?
