they chase their tails
like mongrels
in the tepid day
while i
sit sipping whiskey
waiting for it all
to end.

this grotesquerie
nothing but the
flaccid afterbirth
of another fetid wish
abandoned
in the sewer drain
of tomorrow’s lost
desires.

can you see me?

or have i
fallen from grace
to plummet headlong
through the azure skies
of dream
a comet
haphazardly
trying to right itself
from fatal nuance.