cdlxxxiv. pastures

laboring over goodbyes always felt trite, so forgive the brevity of this partial ending, partial forgetting. please queue at creating patterns. this is the end, my friends. comments are appreciated.

cdiv. harlem

maybe my dreams of you ran through my fingertips until the weary fires finally died. perhaps disappointed tears doused them, bright vibrant colors running down through dead uneven grass to the seas where even the dolphins have grown oddly quiet.

ccclxxii. date

yes, i am dressed badly. but when i pay off my debts, i’ll get some fine clothes and you will still not love me. however, when i walk down your street dressed in my respectable-man disguise, i won’t be carrying you around in my heart like this, thank god.

ccclxvi. club

now that it’s over, why go back to the bar where i used to drink and think of you?

ccclv. breaking away

your lips touched my dormant ear and whispered the three words of separation.

cccxlv. shut/atrium

shut: you can hold it. you should have gone. before we left, before we left. atrium: this is where you wait.

ccxxxviii. dead sexy

all i have to do is kill you, then wait and watch your beauty slowly decay into something so unfuckable.

ccxxxvii. sleep through

i’ve given you all the lies i have. what else do you want from me?

clxxxviii. i hate to disappoint

but maybe i spoke too soon. then again, there’s a plus side to my saying that because that could just as easily be the case right now.

clxxxi. you can’t work from home

regardless of your thrumming laptop telling the world that it doesn’t matter what the conditions may be.