in my minds eye i saw bill nye the science guy bring a man back to life to ressurrect the strife
a sycophantic tragedy
slave to the whims of those who in see it comedy
cos comically astrology plotted me and him
either that or misread the stars
while heart beats irregular
dreaming chains and cars
missed calls in my cellualar
trapped in lberty
facebook coercing me
all for niggers fucking history
fuck the cookies tell gretel to step to me
cos sex might just be the fucking remedy
for empty
for a second time i smoked myself into a lucid stupor
with fickle malintention
cruel misdirection of intention and wondering bout the ins of prevention
cos the out was the grams
intervention against the dangers of the night,
and the styx
so we burned em,
a viking funeral for a man who lived north of border
death in the family brought chaos to the order
rocks strewn in a bed of dull leaves
begging the lord please but no reply
cos we all die
and my ego did
embers burning bright
inhale, exhale for those can’t
tryna keep him alive resting in pieces of art
the face of a beloved painted forever incandescent
in the smoke
as we choked forward tears
and for the third time i felt death draw near