No Place Special

Working my way down to absolute zero
is a full time job
plus the weight of a couple fluttering
eyelashes

sort thru whatever’s left

on the perimeter

lit by the torch that nobody carries

television test pattern tape delay
“the name of God”

It’s kinda late for an early grave

slip a cake of Sex Wax in my pocket
embalm me with seawater

but since seawater is probably already running
in my veins

better make it tequila