don't mind the gloom of absence being pondered.
even the ass-shaped sweat stain on the chair
forgets that i was once sitting there
with a stupid smile on my unpracticed face

the bricks of life are stacked poorly
by the underpaid or otherwise impotent servants
the few that stick around are favored by the vermin
that eat away the truth of their ever being real

i should've taken out the fish hook
before i pushed her overboard

she won't say "hi", but will hold the door
and that is the price of being wiser than before

such precious wisdom follows me into the men's room
and watches creepily as i wash my hands