Detox

Circumlocution
Just a parlor game in a kissing chair
Anything to make me sigh
You never really changed
You never really tried to detox
A constellation of zits
And a snail trail of snot
I’m losing patience with this
Hoping that you’re not an asshole
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Echo location
I owned those ugly streets and that ugly man
By walking all over them
By being other than
I never really tried to detox
A dire harbinger
Fire engine red
What holds your cells together
Will or just a killer’s fear of death
That ugly mouth
A freakish holdout
Thought you were used to it
Forgot to choose this shit
A holy constellation and you abused it
A snowy haunted season shining up your shoes
Bet that’s the only reason you don’t lose
Self immolation
Just a parlor game in a kissing chair
Anything to make me laugh