I’m a zit collapsing
into cysts like
a white dwarf swallowed
I’m italics fused with bold, underlined hyperbole, the eighth fold across.
gold, I’m Kryptonite and
Superman’s in my chokehold.
If the future’s meant to fall apart, then I’ll make self destruction my building blocks, upturned parking lots my heart, totaled cars into white chalk carving my name into imploded supermarket walls. Decorate school halls with new lessons, that you can’t always educate the best of us.
kill them since
no match for
Bringing violins to a gunfight, you better bring the best. I’m talking Beethoven and Bach, fucking Mozart, because those sirens aren’t crossing enemy lines for anything less than divine.
(“There’s nobody else coming, kid.”)
Nothing like a Mexican standoff during a hostage hand-off, a midnight arms race taking place in a heartbeat, as seconds slow to a morphine drip, bartering for a chance to depart this world with some glory intact like
two feral cats fighting to the death for some sorry rat neither one caught.
And if I’m
the one who
you should ask yourself whom between us would let himself
be caught and whom among us would
never give himself
up to anything