epigraph

i have resigned myself
to this
born from nothing
the thought in
that we would eat the fire
bang the keys
'til _______________________



you told me
.... once upon a time ...
back when we had
+ to -

'&yur so smart in so many ways
n stupid at the same time'


&& as in so much
yer right

so this, this is my swan song to you
sweet laughing unicorn of nothin

we sat around the table and thought that you(me)
could make whole that that was took.
unfortunately for us,
most who are felons - conviction ain't occurring


2.

we were born into this empty place ;
bad wom(a)en,
bad m(a)en

we blew a horn - ain't no wall collapsin.

time falls like some sort of cliché broken leaf from withered branch
this nothing is the mantra of 0

and as we lie
lovelessly devoid;

this is not uncommon,
how regular