condemned - poem

we are condemned to be free

free to shackle ourselves

to gold to bling to rings and love

love makes all wither away

drains the soul and eats the brain

we are condemned to be free

free to shackle ourselves

chains rot and so do we

in every man’s eyes there’s just

a glimmer of death

a long, lost glaring look

nothing makes sense,

neither does pain,

there are gods but

she doesn’t care.

no point

no way

I won’t jump off the stairway

because there’s some music to play

just one more song,

just one more track,

just one more fill

before I go

cue the jazz, commence the waste

whoever loves and leaves,

may gods punish him.

it's all a sham

anyway

it's all a sham

no one gets to pack up and leave
and come back and pack up and
leave again because all these
end(s)
make one waste away
cuts down at the flame
I tried it all and yet, still, resent
despite not having touched any but that
I pay the crime and do the time
over and over and over
jazz band, just
play me out
and let me drop behind the courtains