Puzzle’s Apart

A rush of heads to the blood

that was the answer foretold

End Times

and what would I care

about the destruction of

what I’d come to hate

I could’ve found my answers

in the falling

apart of her world

that world she did well inhabiting

and maybe she’s right

thriving in apathy

is better than

my empathetic failures

But that world has continued

not a bump or glitch-pause

seamlessly sealing me in

sealing me out

at once the same

Bubble-wrapped and Airmailed

out the car window as society’s Hummer

hurtles forward

Our puzzle’s apart now

and gloom’s my new

favorite color

It’s taken my eyes

my skin

my humor

the pure bruise blue

of gutter lilies

They form as a hybrid

of words and actions

untrue 

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