Enter Hind Sight

Denial is sweet,
Add it to your coffee.
And as your head hurts,
In the way it does,
Constricted, as predicted,
(A little less than Tuesday)
You’ll feel the heart beat,
Like the battery chicken’s wings
Well both are petty, unkempt things.

I meant to add:
‘But there is nothing left’
Ah but it was always empty.
A hollow pumpkin,
The strange satisfaction;
Scraping away at the membrane.
Proof in the pudding,
In eating it away,
To a something kind of nothing.
If you could eat time,
It would solve two problems,
For both of us.

I meant to mention, your legs.
The slender things,
From the gate post ankle
To the promise of the thigh,
My eye, went on a journey,
Along each turn, and every contour,
With the gaze of a condor,
I hovered, but didn’t quite touch.

To finish the thing;
We will let you know.
I pay a price, my mouth awakens, dry.
No words either.
The life goes out at the fingers first;
Ripped skin by nail,
That bruises brail,
Dying like drying sugar cane.
So perhaps, it was not worth it.
I knew, I just knew, I owed you something.