mediocre medicine
a plague
infantil
it’s not what it seems
is what you always told me

watching you lead
is what led me
to confusion

bottles rattled
windows strayed
cats stayed
a mechanism that encountered
true betrayal
a pathetic closure

palms sway and my wishes weigh
remembering my strength
was only the beginning

skin was tight
boilers
my appearance changed
under your demand

sometimes i thought; for the better of me
and i won’t deny it
i’m better now

as shade shines way
and your pictures flicker
in their old place, on the refrigerator

i know it’s holy justice
god has a way
like angels are divine
the number 444 on my mind

i think, you should probably leave

sail into the night
and let the memories flow