Dead Cat

Deep sweet dread

Syrupy dread

I’d love to live

But I smell death

Deep regret

Arm caught in

A blood pressure test

But I smell death

Feels like I missed the real end

I must live in the index

The universe is mumbling

“Buy a gun or something?”

Now that I have some time alone

I’m chewing through my arm down to the bone there’s

Time enough now at last I know all the

Blood in my head is going home​