Make me an offer I can’t refuse and I’ll take it
up the ass, whatever you want, kaleidoscope possibilities
fracturing inscrutably, like abstract pointillism
which is just dots, searching for each one’s other
exit route, in the blood of blades or the bottle of pills
that would be fun in moderation, goofy like a loony
tune playing a ukelele, drinking whiskey from the bottle
until down to the flag, until I am empty of everything
but consciousness pervades, telling me that I’m dead
already inside, missing the harm of joy
burn like lye in the vein, but just a side step
out the window, resting in a coffin finally.
Slapping in the face, me with an ice cold shivering
hand of a god, scraping the air with frost
collecting in a vat, the lies of the world
they told me in school, though they still lie
still breathing, flowing life in and out
of stories that are touching, not enough can be
true, but their inspiration informs of the coming
in a blizzard of genius, we know we can never relent
the pursuit of joy, whether or not ever it comes
treasure chest inbound, on the other side
look into the mirror, be proud of yourself.