everything’s zen

hair scrunchies
and carpet
and a white t-shirt
and Bush raging on your radio
and lavender purple body spray
and your laugh
and a hole in the wall
and nights in the shadows
and watching the break of dawn across an exercise show
and morbid domination
and red, burning, fiery hair
and wars
and battles
and clutter
and secrets
and lies
and yearning
and yelling
and glances
and touches
and fear
and fakery
and succumbing
and letters
and the scent of you

my life emergent
on the floor of a memory
where you will forever haunt me
far far into the night

oh how we have fallen
never again to rise
from the ashes of life divine