later
when death arrives
when the pizza
is delivered

one bite
collapses in a new
chair

it will be days
before
they find you
and the pizza

box open
one slice missing

as science becomes
and guys
with guns and god
get their foot in

it is despicable i
heard that

the language itself is
arguably meant to cut
served
up have a last
meal and believe
somebody
other than you
must
be coming
must be moving in

arrived
in
the mail

seems cruel
the swing
the fun
and excitement

push me
harder
mom
push me higher

what’s left
is
nothing
what’s left
are
memories

our time
on
the swing

it is a planet
filled with
lonely
people

filled with
happiness and
sorrow

filled with
memories and
people who
are trying
to
forget

filled with
people who
remember

filled

behind the house
there is
a shed

it has a
window and
2
large doors

would you
mind if
i
moved
in and
put up a
mail box

called it home
called it my
new indiana
home

pretty happy
before
i met you

you
being so
depressed
and constant

i could count
on your
sadness
then i
ran out of
fingers
and
you moved
on
to somebody
else

your mom
resting
in the ground
in the
former
yugoslavia

it will happen
here
too

with
the speech money
you
bought a big house
a few humans and
an expensive car

can laugh now
because
i am and
no longer
entirely
give a fuck

here to chase

it was
yesterday
when
tomorrow arrived

happy birthday
to the
greatest
harmonica player
ever

to me anyway

nobody
stays here forever
your face
those notes
that key

and watching you

we would sob
wake up
crying
eat the toast
and
pretend
to dance

the greatest
summer event in
history 2
worms racing towards
the finish line

watches
as she licks herself
clean

only watch commercials

still talking to space
at least now someone
is there
helping

we are here
all of us
all the time