cereal after sex

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I want to wake up to a fire

Out there, in those champagne skies

Where my impending death

Is but a sketch, an outline

Circling the globe all stratospheric

Love trailing behind

Like a wet, creamy comet

They don’t want to touch anymore

So I climb the high brick

I look out to sea

I see the wandering loves and lives

Washed away like uncalculated time

Love whispers darkness now

The ache of everything lost

Every universal breath I used to catch

And swallow, and digest whole

Until we were one

But unloving god and bad luck have twisted this turnstile heart

To a point of sad icicles and sea slams

Against the harbor protectors of hard stone

So I go to the corner bar of lunatics

To kiss sunset whiskeys and igloo absinthe bombs

Until I am twisted unrecognizable

To the point where you can no longer love me

And so I beat you to the punch

You don’t have to make any excuses anymore

I’ll cash out before you, my love

And walk the beach invisible