those little squeezes on the left side of the chest that come to warn you of the real heart attack awaiting somewhere further down
those little twinges in the middle of the day in business meetings when the moment just dissolves and all the walls come crashing down
no catharsis only crisis
no Osiris only Isis
empty shell of human vices
everyone knows what the price is
but pretends it doesn't matter
neither former nor the latter
you could have it on a platter
and the world would just get flatter
wetter bitter pitter patter clitter clatter pitter patter clitter
clatter isn't that a shame...
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers