tetra-hydra-ingestibles.

drank 'til it floated off
didn't bother here no more
to forget the looks that are lost
to forget the good smiles
just carrion and whiskey'd eyes
a peck for the vultures

if the cure was soft and white
and could only leave whispers
of the lights
gone off in the head
would the spark make cinders?

psycholojoy.

i could stand 'neath your shotgun nights
cringe my arms through to splinters
wake the noose, all lost in your heirs
if i'd only forget it.

it takes the breath right out of the life
to make us stand in these corners
put the fences over your eyes
keep us safe from a lover.

you raised mice in your men,
to run what is left of this labyrinth.
if there were crumbs left for us all,
they were long since devoured.

but i'll leave soft scratches
for the rest of you to find
as i find my way
free of this place.