a root beer float across an asperagus sea

where will we end up?
she demanded to know.
i ain't got a clue
is what he said to her.

every day is a moment
longer where i ain't
got the faintest
idea of where she went.

the moon lays across
the sky like a lass
naked on my mattress
wrapped up in sheets.

there isn't a part
of the clock where
i have not wasted
away thinking the worst.

only time i get rest
is when i'm at my worst.
in those deep hole's
i don't need no more.

my veins are black
and my blood lacks
colour other than
blue. baby, she ran.

the truth of me
isn't much of any-
thing. not more
than a sinister lie.

used to cover my tracks
with sweaters but i slack
on carrying who knows.
my arms dot with pin marks.

my corpse will be a map
for people to discover
the pain i found after
she left me in a hurry.

this dirty romance
ain't much like i imagined.
the books i've read
are just simple dead.

thoughts come and they go
just as quick. a warrior
of weekends is what she
always was, but not me.

no i always been a samurai.
twenty-four hours a day
i'm on the clock for immediate
ruin. my life, no care for.

nope!not without her here
by my side will i breathe
for any reason other
than the need to breathe.