at the end of my tunnel,
leaking of mystery
caught wayward fantastic.
--
I open my fridge
seeking florescent solace
bleeding of boredom
and anti-depressants.
--
She comes once a week
in through liquid hot crystal
and lasts half an hour,
fading back into the ether.
--
I welcome her home
to my sunny delusions
then sour and sigh
amidst scenes of my sickness.
--
I am bathed in the maraschino
cherry of exhaustion
at half past tomorrow,
dull eyed with regret.
--
She's only a notion
but always my savior
if just 'til hiatus
when it dies of exposure.
--
Her wicked wide eye drops
to a promise born broken
in an eggshell of blues
with the yoke torn and running
--
like a nose choked with coke,
blowing out shards of horse shit
gummed to my optimism
like the sole of an unfortunate shoe.
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