O’ Death,
how estranged
love is,
sorta seems.
kinda how you can
see thru the moon during
the day,
somehow.
and other shit
that drives my mind wild.
for a whipping post
love won’t be there in any simple form,
unlike the Devil.
one plus one equals..,
you get it.
a rock could be a pillow
for me
sometimes
half the man I was before
overdosed on lies
ain’t said it better
or a plan a bit
ill devised
catching crazy forever
and still looking for
the monkeys
that are
driving me insane.
I’m down again, I can’t
even recognize her face
just in I can’t believe I made such a mistake.
the words are inside
I can’t burn any faster
in this posthaste.
I’m a trainwreck holding on
tight to the rails
yes I see sparks from the heat
it’s igniting.
I cover my eyes,
but my mind
needs me to see.
so I watch this reckoning,
that’s unfolding.
I’m not here anymore
I’m a fucking mess
who woulda guessed
plagued by demons of anxiety & immorals.
The kind of shit they diagnose and Hell.
when can I make a return?
how will I look once I get there?
probably the way O’ Death does,
blown over and unholy.
did she save me a seat?
I need a cigarette but I gotta roll one.
I’ll just wait for her outside
fucking dying.
smoke another one
smoke ‘em till it burns
have one more take my turn
I bet you can’t smoke it down till it says “Marlboro”…
I made a point took a stand and in a whimper, regretfully said:
“Cigarettes don’t talk, it will never say:
“Marlboro”





© Cody Cleen 2023