in the small and the smile
of his back
he rests an amber light
much like a dying gatsby dock
cuz like
the light was green at one
point and then lost its hue.
when a killer reads the
headline finally:
"dead body found,
wrapped in tarp
attached to cinder block
in brooklyn waters"
is the sigh of
relief or self criticism?
shouldn't they have known
the gowanus is too
fucking shallow
for a disposal of any kind.
you're a capricorn, man,
you should have the
impulse of dread when
the job just can't be
done properly. you
can't leave traces or
i'll find you. this summer
i thought i'd get to fuck
you on your birthday
like it was some kind of
prize.
i let you, asked you
fuck me on mine so
it only seemed fair you'd
invite me
inside.