When you drug me enough, I am fully compliant
At your loving suggestion, I will cut the skin off my own face with a shard of glass from the chandelier
When I wake in the morning –
If I still maintain my arrivals
So near the end of the world – but all in the moments before heaven arrives
I shower and shit, neglect to shave
And contemplate the only options left to one
A strategic choice of what one in these supersaturated eyelines
Might like best to destroy
The Haunted Typewriter 