angel

i'll exit stage right.
lunar clad.

internalize it all.

i heard that the sun died today.
i didn't even notice.

it was just hydrogen & helium.

we can make another.

see a rainbow in the afterglow.
see a seventh trumpet.

there is rot in the apple of my eye.

hollowness in my lungs.

collision course smile
dragging sparks from this tailpipe of a dive bar.


it feels so wrong.


i have to take heaven in moderation.

i have to wean myself from you.


nietzsche was wrong...