5*5

tombstone, gray

the shackles of another year

summer stretch, fecund and redolent

time

slowly passing, as I brace for another blow, faltering, "hanging in there"

just wasn't working out, not sure how to put this, no offense is very offensive

picking the wings off of butterflies, smashing ants underfoot with surprising zeal and elation

my parents hate me

God hates me even more

I dream of a nightmare

some functioning drunk haze malaise appraisal

five by five

and I'm barely alive

trampling

the swirling air I fan

struck out, I wonder if I'll live much longer

should I be a model citizen?

or some f*****g junky?

or a f*****g housewife

or the god damn easter bunny

or Martin Luther

or the Pope

Yes we can

sell out  to Wall Street

stockbroker former hippie

tears of happiness on the sleeve of a f*****g Perry Ellis suit

too much to give

nothing coming in

moon stuck, young dumb and full of cum

b*****d

I am one

should I?

could I? where the bell chimes at six

cracked, rusted, I want to speak in tongues

I want to squash the vermin

I am the rat king?

kinship to fellow man is over

leaving the past behind is hard

eight years or even a lifetime of friendship

struck by one foul blow

drink up

have a scotch

have a gin

have a brandy

make sure its top shelf

make sure to be mindful

of what you say, because who knows what your last words will be

gray, tombstone

cracked, bell

sky, dark

preposterous people philander

salamander

hearth

on fire

last desire

before the fall, walking tall, writing names on the wall, and crossing them out vehemently, you can't scrub away

a tattoo

a birthmark

a pock mark

a nefarious mis deed

a certain stain

never again five by fve