5
it’s usually easier
if you plan out the suicide
situate the stars over a summer
night and make sure the
table cloths are clean
or even crack the window blinds
so a sliver of moon can illuminate
the dust which has settled
over the scene
make sure the words are clear
void of any attachment and that
the wall has been painted and
primed for anyone else who may
come along with an easy tongue
you find it easier to lie
to share your drink from
a broken cup
to send tomorrow back to
today with a grin
you find a world of innocence
breaking over sexualheat
hot and lost in a summer haze
of purple smoke casting surreal
auras around sullen strangers
you thought you knew
what do we want
this is a dime store melody
of cliched caricatures of us
the ending is so predictable
yet the author says, “stay
still and don’t let the morning
bite.” but we won’t listen
the stars have etched their
feelings into our heads
so our minds have been made
up like filthy beds in the morning
after an evening of sex
the guilt hanging over the
bedpost of carved flowers
forever in bloom
this room is so full of
doubt and we ignore it
we ignore it
