These Heroes Have Affairs

The Blackness…

I’m just another local

The Blackness…

The skyline is omnipresent

How I have longed for this day

I’ve been approached by a machine

Your face is other-worldly

My pain is nothing and not for you

Repetition: there is nothing else

Bukowski, that fucking bastard

I’ve dreaded this night

And I have longed for it

This is not a word

I wish I was a womanizer

Like when I was a teenager

These are not stanzas

This bridge is filled with uncollected secrets

Your soul is lost and how these minions weep

Between his mind and every body, envying strength

Possessed by those that molest

I only know disintegration