He lived teetotalism, no wine glass tonight.
Remnants of him for dinner and all he’s ever seen
though he resented his eyes
For those globule jelly things forced him
to stream his own lapse
in real time
An unreal reel of events
slipping through the space of his fingers
A discarnate lover in a dream.
Prelude: The Adultery
chased mad by the sickness
Violent alcohol
that corrodes your throat
Tongue n’ cheeks
Spread like human butter
blood on baked flesh
He fell to pieces,
disconsolate slabs of meat
The pain that tenderized his muscles,
anger that seasoned his hide,
hate that marinated his flesh
Me that boiled his insides
A prayer before the meal,
reciting his final dissertation
A double sided intimacy of ingestion
and vicariousness
Here, a ballad of the entanglements of his own soul
unwinded onto paper in lieu of his mouth with mine.