i've been looking for a space

to spread out this phenomenal

ache...feel a good look at it.

it's too perfect--there's nothing

to isolate, alas i am known

better than myself.

a fully informed other half.

this is what must be lived with...

that which must be lived without.

this level of irony has overrun

my posture...as i watch the dimly lit

bar pour into my drink.

time slowed to warp, and the betrayal of

events not so accidental.

i sit like a disembodied crowd of one--

broken up by raucous laughter.

issuing from this mind's music

box...its secret madness.

unable to keep itself.