a brand new beer,

another fresh hope

gets blown away

elegantly.

another day went by.

unreal.

through the bottom of the bottle i see the dust

lingering on the hardwood floor

burnt by thousands of cigarette roaches

smoked down to the nails.

eternity.

all that isn't left of us,

or from all that's left

is not enough.

deer caught in the headlights of the black car,

the screening of a contemporary tragedy,

what we'll always be is a

cum stain wiped away in haste

by a shaking hand using a scented napkin.

we've evolved and exchanged the

wooden yoke for a 3 piece suit.

we wear the whip marks

on the crossword puzzle that is our backs.

we moan for another beer and hope for another

erection.

we try,

fail and start to

bargain,

refusing and then accepting,

that somewhere cold and wet

no one will ever be this comfortable.

the end.

infinity is ours and the more

we want less,

the better we'll be inhabiting

our flesh carcases.