lost love for lies,
and now eat sleep to write.
Just as malls killed mainstreets,
the internet killed libraries,
I am killing myself to live.
Somehow, I convince beautiful girls
to design the time around the covers of my books
and I pay them with immortality.
In the future in the last used bookstore
in Kansas or Chicago or Amsterdam,
someone will ignore my book in the bargain bin.
That is worth the lack of slumber,
losing love left and right.