edge

I may snag me one more virgin
on the fence
before I go
but I swear by the gods
and whatever else may be moving up there
that I'll be dead by suicide
long before I hit 40

I've already missed my opportunity
to be by the side of the greats
who left at 27
(I must have misplaced my invitation)

I've already long overstayed my welcome by my watch
I don't wish to stay here even one minute longer
but the higher-ups
or someone else who has say in the matter
has kept me here
a bit longer than I would prefer
for whatever reason they have hidden from me

we'll see you at zero hour
we'll see whose insides hit the floor
we'll see who rises up
or who dissolves into nothing
just like he's always dreamed
and now only lusts for it more
now that he's been to the edge
to behold her uncompromised beauty
in the emptiness
she is in full