i’ve long since
cast away
the foolish dreams
and childish aspirations
focusing instead on
the lackadaisical
melanoma of melancholia

i am a paper boat
soaked through
disintegrating
on the swollen
sewers of guilt ridden
self-loathing saturated
streams of fetid filth

longing to burn
a sliver of sodium
in your everflowing
fountain of beauty
to settle as ash
forever obscured
a flaw in perfection