That vomitus vortex
In the hollow ass-end of depression
Begins to resemble forever
All events –
Like a scarecrow slow dancing
With a mop
Pain beyond words begins to resemble
A laugh track
Then when the lights in the
Theater dim – watch as the
Audience looking in sighs
As the surgeon makes the
First cut
Watch the blade go in politely
All action, complete with consequence
Like canned applause
Provide the universe dark matter
Lingering echoes of creation
Now sound like static
Were once a standing ovation
Now, an empty microphone in a spotlight
Wills entropy, like wings
Without atmosphere
Pain that shaves with trembling hand
And dull blade the dry face
Remembers to smile in public space
A grin so wide, it radiates
Destroying sperm cells and DNA
And giving none of the fucks
It claims to for strangers standing
In line to use the bathroom