Detox

Circumlocution

Just a parlor game in a kissing chair

Anything to make me sigh

You never really changed

You never really tried to detox

A constellation of zits

And a snail trail of snot

I’m losing patience with this

Hoping that you’re not an asshole

Echo location

I owned those ugly streets and that ugly man

By walking all over them

By being other than

I never really tried to detox

A dire harbinger

Fire engine red

What holds your cells together

Will or just a killer’s fear of death?

That ugly mouth

A freakish holdout

Yhought you were used to it

Forgot to choose this shit

A holy constellation and you abused it

A snowy haunted season shining up your shoes

Bet that’s the only reason you don’t lose

Self immolation

Just a parlor game in a kissing chair

Anything to make me laugh