No Seraphine

Collisions

Are you still in contact?
Haven’t you heard?
Indefinitive doldrums of a slowly starving city
I am aging, and I want that
Seraphine
Come kill the need with
A secure wrapping of our lingo
I find hospice in your words

Look, I’m not going to find it
I’m not going to enjoy it
Can we just joke about
Blowing my brains out
Together?

Together

I enjoy the frailty of that statement. It
Makes it
Have bite
Show me your fangs