my nervous system is very nervous today
getting ready for the wedding
yet never necessarily fretting over
that everyone is getting married
but me
by a fatal combination of circumstances
why must we behave?
but what’s a boy to do?
and then
there’s that ghost again
clamoring for a friend
energy of ether dissolved
fit within your very skin
dread the day when instead
rips your filthy organs out
and fucks up your best vest
in the process under oath
of the seven pillars of death
HEY THERE, HANGMAN:
sorry do you MIND not thinking!?