the end of starving and mindless pursuits is
inevitable
and
in clinical fashion
you’re unsure what form
doubt will take
as the death of a thousand tiny memories
shatter like a bad luck mirror
and handicaps your upward momentum

warning songs

rooted
ripped
rioting rapaciously
and now it’s time to live
a different sort of madness

there is
no time for light
fight
and
it gets darker
as these distractions
and delusions
drown the drama
of this quiet regret

three, two, one
logically divided
and exponentially undone

there will never be another tomorrow