—YOU MIGHT END UP WINNING AND NOT KNOW WHY

 

 

bros 

 

we were guided  

by havoc  

like an unavoidable  

weather event  

you said It’s only fair  

to use real bullets  

or razor blades

but back then the water  

tasted like talc  

the wine like superglue  

even the pious 

clouds were untenable  

because one of us was  

always lying  

while the other  

practiced cannibalism  

fiery or not we could  

never keep the truce  

in winter the skies  

bent over backwards  

dropping gallstones 

while you slit both veins  

before I could speculate  

or sign for the package  

burning by your closed door