Hiroshima Hero

Hiroshima hero headlight flash. I breakdown into myself every few months. I eat moths from the seams of my clothing; they turn into butterflies in my stomach when I walk the same paths we used to walk. Detoured and faltered into a thousand memorials for my former self. We can’t bicker away the serfdom of last week. Angels cluster on these corners as I am enveloped in my cloister. Rags woven from every gray hair plucked from my head. Lithium for tomorrow. Speedster fiend in the middle of the night, pacing myself to sleep. This glass is half full of booze and tears- the other empty space yearning for the touch of fresh lips- a new taste- a kiss from a predatory mouth that would eat your inner child from your climax. I wish he and she and them and everyone hadn’t left me that time again. Sanity is measured in the minutes of the day you dedicate to work, and somehow avoid play. This score was written in the blood of elephants, hours after the elections. I present it to you as an offering, as a meal, as an attempt to justify the fact that I can do everything and have chosen idleness. Hiroshima hero headlight deadbulb.

in response to my actions following the death...

i am i again, long before our liptouch. long after you made the accusation. daytime eats night or the other way around in any provicial state we are in now. you learn how to burn with me in the summer sunlit sanctity of pretend that it meant more that it did. i dont want to weigh your heart because i cant afford to break a snowscale on your behalf. and you cry in and around a rotting coarpse that smacked the childhood out of you way too early. blame me, i guess i am someone to blame. i will listen to you lisp and pretend its not a bumbling bee buzzing secrets around me. rather, ill make believe its the sound of a body begin tossed into an empty dumpster or one being dug from the bottom of the river. cyanide doesnt cost as much as you think and the hemlock gets more bareable with every drink. but the buts and no-no and the pretend isnt going to last forever. you think about fuckin me before you fall asleep and remember love when you are nowhere next to me. choke on guilty and call me next time you remember what it tastes like.
peace,
leoloser