Rebel against the truest lie you ever tell; 

     you’ll never be good enough 

For what is enough?

What is good?

And never is dead against the flesh of now 



I can only say this once

I can only say this once

Then the words will resonate at a

Different frequency

a sound heard twice from the dark side

Of the bedroom

First the cat then a thief come

To steal dreams you abandoned on

pillows next door to your phone.

Only once, I will speak the soul of a verb and the flesh of noun

Before the memory I meant

Is a lamented bruise of a tattoo

Fading into the age of skin too old to care:

I regret nothing of you, love.