when all roads lead to rome

ghost of haarmann
will use the cherry of his universe
to light a wick

i existed
in a compact mirror

apply the foundation

and then swing from an oak tree
like dead marionettes

and i am so hungry that

my human animal
presses its teeth together

do you see?

how did i become this...

i feel
how you felt

i could disregard every bit of this life
until there is nothing

i could have wine

i could cook chicken florentine

i could kill you
and dress your carcass in the woods
and still

be so incomplete