I put the wonder in why.
The perfect place to live
is always the perfect place to die.
The blood red fire
in the background
represents every girl
I have ever loved or licked.
The monoliths mean that
life is bigger than me,
and the diamond stars say that
things can still be beautiful.
I try me best on this,
but memories are getting used to
being just memories,
and very soon this will, too.
Oil paints and dirty fingernails,
final ideas for foregrounds,
giving up is the new giving in,
and I have with which to burn.