Flick flack

Often as not, I'm forgetting what I'm doing here or
anywhere. I guess I'm driven, and even if I don't know
by what, at least that's something.

the divine pursuit of happiness
is a beast slain by spear
it's not really feasible, cause
in the end, you wind up dead.
and where's the sense in that?

I wish I felt
worthwhile.

Please kiss me, please buy me a
rose, please show me you love me,
please show me I'm wanted, please
read all my letters, please think
things over, please be nice,
please forgive my lack of emotion,
please ignore my lack of thought,
please don't leave me alone,
please kiss me.

let me just
bite you,
right there.

spinning out of understanding
silver bullets floating in my chest
a twilight remembrance of where you
kissed me last.

if but for past digression,
I could feel somewhat perfect
but the flaws you crave are flaws
I prove altogether so readily.

so with this, some pointless stain,
I marked this page succinctly and I hope
any meaning, if so unintentionally derived,
is lost on you.

the radio station
is set to a constant
diet of white noise
to celebrate our
50th anniversary.

I don't want to become addicted to drugs.
It's gonna be okay
was the truest lie
I ever spoke.