Paintings

I've set my brush in the
deepest obsidian.
Black paint that runs down the walls
at breakneck paces.

You either die too young
or watch yourself get too old
by the day
as the paint stains
and the faces
well they're just
background space
such a waste.

I'm buying all of my
friendships lately.
The more I spend
the more it feels like family

photo finish for this
sordid hallucination
I'm not shaken.
I'm just coming to terms
With the way that shit is.