an allen wrench
and a goodbye,
why not?
should be good,
but sad
and bad.
the party is there
and their lives
are mine and yours.
come sing
some jokes,
come have fun.
aim your blame
right at my head,
and pull the trigger.
now the palms
of your feet
evolve your chest.
this is the sound
of a map of absence,
darling, beating in basement.