I'll Be Dead in a Few Short Years

a shitty little song
which plays over and over,
what an honor to visit doom,
while laughing 
at the funny papers.

love always feels 
like a locked door
at noon,
and Tampa will kick me,
while New Jersey bites me,
but the closet door morphs
into every inch of an argument.

so let it be known,
I am alone
and I am happy.