Idiot verse

 

in all honesty there will never be the right time

I’m an idiot now you’re an idiot later

today we’re far too close

tomorrow two plane tickets and

one kicked out flatmate away

 

I don’t embellish anything anymore

wind blows

leaves rot

little heart yearns

all raisined up inside me

crunched squished paper-winged

sickly bat hung upside down

steaming throbbing state of the art

sundried tomato of a heart.

The black cat

 

some things can hardly ever go away,

my never-had-been.

I miss this

I miss that

and picture my lungs opening up like a moth, swallow you whole

 

here you are, I dream you up

muscle memory in black velvet gloves and

here it is again

the shiny black feeling

 

the black cat

the black cat

curiouser and

curiouser