Decadence

And so my decade of decadence

Has come to a close

And nothing I have left

It's worth keeping

Not memories

Or friends

Or worn old party clothes.

Dissent

When happiness seems too hard,

I choose to experience everything else;

All the small cruelties of life,

All the bizarre and broken people.

I swim comfortably through the bilge,

At home with the feeling of unrest.

Riotous, lazy, malcontent,

Be safe in my harbor of dissent.

If I May

Don't kill yourself in May
They'll bury you on a sunny day
Loved ones squinting in dismay.
The summer will steal your heat
Tacky sandals on the feet
Of your sweaty pallbearers.

But if you must,
(Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust)
Dearly departed,
You are a cunt.