can I melt your frozen heart
before this big machine
takes you?
she on guard from wickedness
at all turns and guess what?
I'm the evil wizard in the evil tower
on top of an evil volcano
her words and her panties burned
in an effigy in the last night of their action
she has warrants for her arrest
in three separate countries
and I'm the king of the toe of one
she surrounds herself with withered
and frozen flowers, privated her snapchat
no longer shows an inch of her love
to love seeking men, or love seeking women
I say I wish she got sober
but she'll never get sober
and her mother won't get sober
had a brother and that's why
he has a stutter and he won't get sober
the one being in the one universe
god doesn't have a finger in
nor does He watch her, the hunger in her
stomach from missing nights of food
like the churning of a pensive beetle
on the hardwood floor
and I say all the time I haven't seen her
in awhile, but the last time I did
she was stumbling 4am out her car
to the wilderness river, probably to piss
or to drink or drown, or not to be sober
and her face or smile isn't a pretty thing
I used to think about all the time
She'll lay her head on that railroad
waiting for the cyclops executioner to barrel down
and hope to forget while I tell myself no one reads
these poems anymore but me
for nostalgia purposes and to remember
she'll never come back to love wicked men
or me or you or your grand daughter's pet chinchilla
watch me burn, oh, watch me burn
