—YEAH, NO, I’M NOT REALLY FEELING THAT GREAT ABOUT THINGS RIGHT NOW

 

 

Venom

 

I should 

know better 

since one of 

us is lying 

or vying

and the other’s 

chasing goats 

in a world

coated with 

prickly remorse 

that feels like 

random shrapnel 

I’ve never 

watched myself 

get slaughtered

so decadently 

or decisively 

credits rolling 

without a proper 

blooper reel 

that sad soul 

in the last row

of the theater 

eating popcorn 

that’s been 

pissed on

he has no idea

how profoundly 

he’s been played

but these are 

foul times you say

you seem to 

say a lot of things 

that sound 

extraordinary

to you your voice 

must sound so 

honey-sweet 

if only to yourself 

while you sit

there on your

smug throne 

watching the blood 

and venom drip 

through your toes

in a pollack splatter

as if you’ve 

accomplished something

so much grander

than the murder

of a thing that 

could have been