Denouement For 19th

Once more, silence

The desk is moved back to the view of the mountain

Dust off every surface

Everything so clean voices echo

It’s almost sad in some strange way

As opposed to the sounds of me cursing

Tripping over the reciprocating saw

And the screams of the violent unhinged

Now there are stories to tell about this

And there are stories to tell about other things

This madness has stopped and I am glad it is gone

I sleep with a smile on my face and a hand in a cunt

Full of food and exercise and hope

False drunk sincerity and a belief in the future

What awful, watery diarrhea

I don’t regret