my cologne
is eau de whiskey
and percocet
i tied the noose
around
my own throat
but your whispered words
were the rope
i hear the ice clink
in the glass
of your abject
disinterest
so i wobble
back and forth
on the dotted yellow line
playing chicken
with truck drivers
and blindfolded
emotional investment bankers
the dow jones
is flat lined
like your heartbeat
as my ear
rests upon
your chest of secrets
locked in the attic
a relic of love
long past
the expiration first date
so you steer the hearse
i’ll toss empty bottles
out the window
at all the ones
that said
you were too good
for a failed poet
with no future
bobbing and weaving
like the cardiogram
of a heart attack
mid rollercoaster ride
yet you’ll never know
i loved you even
as the words pour
from severed arteries
dripping down the side
of another empty promise
made in vein