don't miss your woman roll rocks in the toilet
some day things will get worse and you will miss it
the crutch of adrenaline will grow splintered
and you will become ridiculous in you resort to humor
for flavoring the pain

your shadows will go to school for caricature artistry
and smoke rings would become less throbbing

i read a book with a title that was your name
and the saddest thing was that you were dead
but i doubt many would find that sad for long

it will get worse, so tell her you think she is ugly
and enjoy the stay of her lips, undeniably in adoration,
on the back of your pale neck