the birds do
not sing of sunrise
they sit morose
as the mad king
paces silently
seeking to put
himself somewhat
back together
enough to seem
mostly humanish
for the next
catastrophic fail

i dreamt of her
once a sign from
the universe
maybe there was
a chance at the
hope so typically
tethered to lessness
only to realize
all i have are
these dreams which
never come true

i was a master of
dangling the impossible
carrot and tricking
myself into chasing
the goddamned thing
until she finally
taught me it was all
just a pyramid scheme