welkum hom

since he flew in last night
i remembered who i was
at least who i was trained to be
i floated through four different bodies of water
looking to find solace
only became more lost
like an ant perched
on the edge of a wet,
lipstick stained,
champagne glass
trying to decide which death is better
welcome back to the desert plains of sedated infants
the grassy highlands of powdered make-up and pills of extacy
skeletons of air conditioners
and carcases of tour bus coaches
a bright,
fire truck red tear
rolls down to my chin
which caused my eyes to burn and stare towards the sky
squint shut and vibrate with my thoughts
knees buckle and hit the dirt
as the cadaver chooses to follow